i dreamt
in this dream
i dreamt
i was handed a book

i frowned
confused
and flipped
the tissue paper pages
with little tchochkies
attached

each story
was one
i had only dreamed
but forgotten
yet as the pages
turned
i recalled each
with vividness

it was a lovely
tome
that turns
to smoke
as i sit here
trying to remember
the tales
so carefully spun
from dreamspit