Sea of Stars

I dreamt last night I was older More confident, more refined Caught somewhere between worlds On a path that floated in time The path was brick and mortar It was gray with a hint of rust Suspended in the darkness Below A sea of colored dust There weren't any left turns Or right ones that I know The path may have never changed But a breeze did begin to blow The dust began to churn From beneath the rocky path And a cyclone of colors So brilliant It even stole my breathe I don't know what the dream was about Nor do I even care If I could live in a peace like that I would visit year after year