On Closer Inspection

I think that maybe I'm dreaming...

 

I smell cinnamon and spices

I hear music everywhere

All around kaleidoscope of color

I think that maybe I'm dreaming...

 

Maids pass gracefully in laughter

Wine coloured flowers in their hair

Last call from lands I've never been to

I think that maybe I'm dreaming...

 

Some flash on a soda of prism

Bright jewels on the ladies flashing

Eyes catch on a shiny prism

 

Hear ye the crying of the vendors

Fruit for sale wax candles for to burn

Fires flare soon it will be night fall

I think that maybe I'm dreaming...

 

Renaissance Fair/Byrds

Done