The Perfumed Fantasy

Last night I tried my new perfume spray With my own fingers I squeezed the nozzle, Instead of the fine mist of perfume, a thin ray Came out of it; and asked me to solve a puzzle Which part of my life I wanted to hide Which smelly deed, which perspiring nook I turned back, only to see an enormous tide Submerging all my stale moments that looked Like a heap of rotten fish, dumped on the forlorn shore Where no one ever comes, no one ever goes All the moments lay before me,through their grey pores Trickled down my joys, my pains, and there rose Time, my most intricate friend, like a poet in trance He waved towards me, and started a magical raindance