When Belief in knights is like a rare dream,
legends and myths- seem a distant thing.
Entrailed by fairies ,myths and dragons.
Even if they exist in the dungeons of my dreams.
I secretly pray to them for a visit while I sleep.
Captured In an hourglass of forgotten time and place.
Chained in ruins and dust of castles of age.
Wise men of prophecy stare at future
using divine words and star watching.
They say dreams are not visions at night ,
but from shadowy skies are peeping echoes,
renders of images of life and sorrows.
the whole earth whirled in sweet tones..
singing meadow grass is swaying –
which even the fickle wind is obeying.
Soon wind softens and I hold my teddy close.
As silence comes at last to dwell in my chamber.
I hear its voice say “Tread carefully….for here the fairies play”