The poem was written at my age of eighteen and inspired by my evergoing passion for ruins. |
I had a dream so neat a dream to live in a castle A mystery castle that sleeps in the mist with windows of air and doors to be kissed by shades of oblivion I need winds making my face disappear the song of the butterfly to lay on my ear and let me sink in the silence Such neat a dream I had a castle that bends beneath the weight of its secrets A sharp wish to touch the vision of it observing the sense exploring and read through the fibres of its heart To fill my eyes with emptiness of rain and dare not to breathe in vain I want this badly it shakes my mind so madly the castle of my only dreams I hope to feel the game of a ghost when everything special is finally lost and the castle is sleeping in memories I need to live inside the walls of stone and searching forests that are always gone then let the storms fulfil my creature I had this dream so long ago before the sighing of the clouds .. --- Do visit my scribbles, Thank you:] http://wednesdayinwonderland.wordpress.com http://wednesdayinwonderland.blogspot.com http://twitter.com/wednesdaytweets |