Robin Bennett (December 25th / New Orleans, La USA)

It was the Paris feeling of it all
assaulting my senses
as I slumbered and dreamed
on imagined European time

White noise buzzed
with sophisticated speak
clicking on cobblestone
to Chanel boutique snobbery

As the Eiffel Tower loomed large
drenching the city in warmed light
my dreams paused, to images of home
longing for Lady Liberty, a fine french gift

Scents of the city of lights cling tightly
lavender, roses and mint leaves
hurry me back to my imagined luxury
dreaming of the Hotel Le Bristol Paris

The french sandman sprinkles gold dust
here in no man's land, dream world central
still safe and sound in my trance
the time ticks and I continue to float

I notice the pace of the country
no rat race rules, or impossible schedules
they march to a different beat
cafe's, wine, and enjoying life

As I begin to slowly wake
and find my way through this foggy haze
my final image of Paris in my dream
is a speeding car, hitting the thirteenth pillar
in the Alma tunnel.

Some things are never forgotten.