Castles and Thrones
How do dreams bare
When night devours day?
We’re made of pure souls,
Wrapped in flesh and bones;
If glory is all that we aim,
Do we wait ‘til light ascends?
When dewdrops fall like tears
And earth is quenched again.
Our ends we plot on thin leaves,
When torn we replace once more;
But what is well than native fervor:
Like vines that crawl up on walls,
Like tinted lights past stained glass.
Deprived egos are nurtured fine
When devised maps are left behind;
We soar in winds beyond the skyline
Where dark never begets repose
And rest doesn’t prompt a life lost;
We carve our names on wood and steel,
But time decays even the resilient seal.
We hold not the hands of the clock,
In winning we endure, in lack never stop;
If all we’ve learned has been used
And futile residue is all that’s left,
Do we crash and burn for our loss?
But we take refuge in waking sleep—
There we build unconquerable castles,
On thrones we dwell and dream free.
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