It came behind time,
And woke me from my dream.
My memories were peculiar,
A miscellaneous collection of tempting impressions.
Sent in temptation,
To provoke my emotions.
With a hidden promise of pleasure.
How was I supposed to refuse it?
It would be tempting to agree
To an inviting smell coming from the kitchen.
Cinnamon, Cardamom or Annis star,
An informal Invitation for a late tea party.