In my dream I was in Nice railway station
Sketching its beautiful ornate interiors
When the owner of a bookstall approached me
And asked if I would like to buy a Barcelona scarf
I told him that I would although the day was red blue raw
But my major concern was that I was still barefoot
He instructed me to get on a train and travel to Cannes
And therein enquire about my missing shoes
When walking the scalding streets of the purple city
I told the owner of the crescent moon of my recent dreams
And the shadows that at times had seemed quite opaque
It was then he told me that he had once lived in Basingstoke
DP