Was It All a Dream

Was it All a Dream I woke up from a dream, Just silence did I find Surrounded by tissue paper That angels left behind, In my dream I met a plane, A lovely woman hugged me and then There was quiche Lorraine and strawberries, And then, come again? There were twinkling lights And a soft rain, I remember, But then after all, It is December. A truck pulled up Brought in a chair, How happy I was To sit down there, and then There was a feast Of a king’s quality, A delicious array, Laughing, hilarity. Someone said “goodbye,” I rubbed my eyes from my dream. It’s over, I guess, but what is this? I’m in a new easy chair, it seems.