The Realm Of Somnium Poem by Michael Moorcroft

Every night I'm here,
I like to watch and greet,
This land I do not fear,
I don't look at my feet.

Under the starlit sky,
Sat upon the sandy beach,
The castle towering high,
The balcony just out of reach.

The friendly faces,
Return the smile,
The familiar places,
I stay a while.

Suddenly I wake,
The faded faces,
The forgotten places,
Have all been a fake.

The castle sinks into the sand,
I long to be in my distant land.

*Somnium Latin for dreams.

© Michael Moorcroft August 6th 2009