Walking down the stone brink path
I saw it, a castle, it's beauty made me
stop and stare, amazing stories
behind this castle I thought!
Flowers outlined the old gray walls
bars covering the windows, behind
the high trees, mountains stood brave
like forbidden mounts, of snow and
green, accented from stars shining
brightly from above.
Lovely! just standing their, taking
in it's beauty, from a hard day, now
strolling in the woodlands of sheer
delight, collecting natures art free
of charge.
Fragrance from flowers stood still
not a breeze, only sweet smell of
perfume that brought thoughts
creeping in, of times, when kings
queens, roamed these paths so
worn with history.
For a instant I floated on the cobble
stone path, in a gown sparkling
like the stars, veil draping down
my shoulders, as I drifted among
night blooming jasmine, mesmerized
from the tremendous beauty, and peace
of my imaginational movie in my mind.
In the background the sounds
of flutes and laughter of children,
echoing through the air, till the sound
of traffic and horns broke the spell.
