POETRY
Castles in the Sky
Gather them in rhymes
I’m not alone on the way uncertain,
The world there stumbles — full of doubt,
And faith appears as if behind a curtain,
After an unexpected, cruel bout —
Traitors stare at me with eyes of cold,
And smugly grins, on my ordeal,
Yet still, I find the strength to hold,
To write with words that breathlessly reveal…
But teeth of predators, in sheep’s disguise
With masks on faces — my fate won’t dictate,
I’m not a soul for lonesome cries,
For endless shame or bitter hate!
I don’t oppose the windmill’s might,
And even I claim a realistic view,
Yet I can be rebellious through the night,
Chasing phrases on my paper and truth —
Then gather them in rhymes again,
Paint them with lovely strokes.
I know the twists and sudden bends,
And find in my soul some secret hope —
To run through words — castles in the sky —
Chasing winds across the land,
Then in a quiet corner, hidden nigh,
To pause a while to understand…!
