Number Twenty Three

The dream softened into a myriad of blue crystal embers
Words were spoken to soothe the pains of life
A rainbow of bright shimmering colours increased the dream,
A pathway was shown where no one had trod before
Was this heaven or was this a false doorway to another broken promise
The slumber could fill ones heart with untold joy
Or crush the heart on the rocks below
As the person arose from a jaded sleep and uttered:
That's it no more Vindaloo for me before bedtime!