The Castles of my Dreams ...

There is a time,
betwixt the velvety gloaming
and sunlight’s first blushing rays,
when I dream of castles,
flying dragons
and magic.

In this world,
I roam verdant hills,
and dash,
through ermine clouds of wildflowers,
to rescue a princess of faery.

Long I seek.
Fiercely I battle her cruel captor.
At times,
his shape that of a dragon,
and at others a black wizard,
a dark knight
or a demon foul.

Always,
she fights at my side.
Her courage and smiling face,
granting me strength when I waver.

A young prince stands with us,
casting balls of baleful fire
at our common enemy.
Until at last,
evil stands vanquished
by our united strength.

I awake
and for a moment
I fear to loose the ethereal ties,
of this magical kingdom.

I glance,
at the sleeping form
of my sweet wife.

My princess.

I walk, to my son’s room
and marvel at the happiness
reflected,
on his dreaming face.

My young prince.

I listen,
and in the distance hear the bugling call of dragons.

I smile.

The fairytale has followed,
into my waking world.

Author's Note

Note: I lack the experience to know how to break up the lines to provide the best rhythm and storytelling. I welcome critique on the wording and structure.

Reviews

[Humberto Abreu]

I have no experience writing poetry so I welcome your critique. In fact, I am not sure this can even be termed poetry. It is only a free flowing expression of my ideas buttressed by what words I could find to contain them. I invite you to comment.