Precociously interrupted dream

A misterious girl dancing in the middle of a village square alone.
Autumn leaves all around.
Raising them in the air as she dances, making my nostrils feel the smell of a comming autumn.
Scent of wet dirt, the first drops of rain after a hot dry summer.
Aroma not fully covering her own scent, of strawberries and tart cherries.
White skin as the moon, with a permanent smile.
Shining between long dark hair like a peaceful night.
Startled expression like a deer when you notice I'm there.
You turn around and it's nothing there but a breeze.

I'm awake.

Arrivederci

Arrivederci
I am caught unawhare
this fish has traces of nuts
and a single strand of hair
That is no longer fair

The longer hours
the multiple days
Arrivederci
to my orchid

I've been told
that the old
beggs so
for the gold
on the looking glass

So, goodbye
to screams
and goodnight Irene
The song will wisper
but you
won't hear anything