The Bizzarre Bazaar

Achmed made a marvellous find as he walked inside the Bazaar, all kinds of mysterious treasures deposited from near and far: A Heart of purest Gold nestled inside a wooden chest, some cobwebs clung to the side yet it still shone its very best. did he sense a slight beating as he held it in his hand? was there still some life left in this golden heart so grand? A bright glint caught his eye and, reaching, he saw a gem - was it a small Sapphire Eye adorning a Moorish hem? did it give him a quick wink to catch his concentration? could it really be living? or, was it his imagination? Before he could be sure, he saw what looked like a Nose carved out of finest Ivory, what history would it disclose? and then, it seemed to snuffle as if it were enduring a cold; dare he touch this strange thing? was Achmed really all that bold? The shopkeeper tapped his shoulder and asked if he liked what he saw - he turned around, and fell to the ground of his Moroccan bedroom floor. It was all a weird, delirious dream Achmed dreamt that hot night, and, standing at the lattice window he stared at the soft moonlight Shining on the open Sea, wistfully heaving a huge sigh, was it more than his imagination? was it more than met the eye?