Last night I ate a dream
I can't remember what I had
Some of it was juicy
Some of it was bad
It flowed like wine in my mind
And soaked in slow like a brine
Some of it was crisp and dry
Some was sweet; right off the vine
An aroma filled my senses
Breathing deeply from the fare
And my restless, hungry heart
Devoured more than its share
Like puff pastry and cream
Dessert was also in my dream
At times it was dark and rich
And then lighter than it seemed
Satiated, I prepared to depart
When one last cappuccino came
I tasted in delight and knew
I could never wake up the same
But a soul does not remain full
Hunger seems to return each night
So again I will lay out my pillow in hope
To remember every bite.

@VioletEden After rereading this poem again, I want to dedicate this one to you, my friend. I really just thought of you and that you would enjoy this one.