The Castle Of Dreams - Poem by Lozaan Khumbah
This ancient castle is indeed large.
The builders' names are lost in history tho'
These pillared chambers hold dreams-
Abandoned dreams, now fast asleep;
Waiting to be woken up and given life.
This door leads to the oldest spaces,
Where lies the dreams of kings and conquerors.
They, covered with the dust of centuries
Shall not rise again, like their dreamers;
Close this door gently and come along.
See that little girl come slowly in
With rosy cheeks all faded?
The world has a way to deflower dreams,
And she has come to say goodbye to hers.
Aye, we keep them safe here- all of them.
Watch this sleeping Prince of Dreams-
How beautiful and so full of hope!
Yet how lifeless it lies here!
Like a princess' son, stillborn.
Pity the man who only dreamed!
We keep the doors open, always;
And help men bring back to life their dreams.
But O, so few choose to come back here.
Are you come to claim your dreams
Or to see them lie here, and weep?
Ah! Here are your dreams, fast asleep.
This one, when you were very young;
This-of the man you wanted to be.
But- this came of late- you remember?
Aye, you are free to wake them up.
Millions of dreams die and rest here.
We treasure them for man to understand-
Blessed is he who flowers his dreams!
Farewell Young Man, your dreams are alive
Live them and return not here!
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