A 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 encircled 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.