DREAMS IN A CASTLE

Your old rugged brick and stone walls still stand tall
Time, rain, strong winds and storm have all had their try
But you saw every odd and you survived all
They consider your fortified walls with wry
Your rusted lamp supplied illumination
Tending that baby dream to maturation
Pruning her feathers, wings, nursing her to fly
Fly high to heights she will be the first to ply.

The stars do envy that child you hold;
Hero of legends to be told
Scribbled on scrolls of live bones
Into melodious songs;
Myths' songs of the old
Sang to make bold
These young souls
Of dream's
Might.
Tee2emm