I Dreamt of Him Again

and in my dream I was in Paris, France walking on a lonely street, oh yes I was taking a chance I seemed to be in a deep trance the brick architecture was old, beautiful and fading it was quite foggy and wet with gentle rain falling the looming Eiffel Tower was in the distance somehow, I knew this had been my destination it shone in gold brilliance it was a bright beacon I walked up a steep spiral staircase to the very top waiting- you kissed my teardrop I was weeping and never felt the drop . . . ____________________________ February 22, 2018 Poetry/Rhyme/I dreamt of him again Copyright Protected, ID 18-9965-02 All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym. Submitted to, Late February 2018 Standard sponsor, Brian Strand Third Place