Poetry - my silent dreams

Crystal Palace

After he'd taken a bath
Out to the forest he was sent
Walking down a path
Where the trees were slightly bent

The moon seemed to be a little red
He did not know for whom it was meant
But to another planet it led
So between the trees he went

The path was muddy and thin
Bright light shining far away
A sparkly little thing
Would guide him all the way

And closer he went
To get a better look
With great amazement
Another step he took

Of crystal it was made
And the stars gave it light
Nothing would fade
In the palace of the night

What could be inside
He started to ponder
Maybe it's someone's hide
He certainly did wonder

And the closer he got
With a light in his hand
Knowing the palace could not
Have been built by man

Through the crystal he peaked
And saw a floor of white gold
Yet the door he seeked
In this palace so old

The planets all around
Were of red, white and blue
Then the little door he found
Which he barely got through

Overwhelmed by a sight
He would never forget
It was a princess all right
And then their eyes met

They loved each other
Magic filled the air
There would never be another
So beautiful, so fair

He woke up by a scream
There were no crystal or gold
It turned out to be a dream
And the water was all cold

by Liz Vefall


Written 7th June 2002

 
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