Fairy Dreams

It may have been out of place,

The intent somewhat askew,

it could have been the planet’s course

or the light from the full moon.

how would I know the dream,

Without the moments stretch,

At least in reaching for the light,

may know there is nigh to catch.

the fairy pond shimmers in silver ray,

and the ethereal mists hover low,

my hand the surface breaks,

as the mist surrounds me whole.

The suns light will break through,

in the still breath of morn,

the dove will sing the choirs song,

as such a new day is born.

the fairies dance to timed twangs,

the ladies sing and muse,

The children laugh and carry on,

The elders speak lost truth.

now at least I know for sure,

there is magic in each fairy night,

when the silver turns to gold,

in the dream before the sight.

 

Fish and Ships

The sea spray sprung high

as I dove in, right in, I plunged,

so far from land, and the vessel

only stopped once in the last 1000 nauts.

There was a sunken enemy ship beneath,

a remnant of a dream asunder,

yet before I could investigate close

a cloud enveloped me like a swarm of bees,

some sort of bayfish or martin,

I realized I had forgotten rope and air,

but my comrade swam down to me to tell,

and brought me to the surface.

Again, on the journey, the limitless ocean,

to one castle pond, to home, to Availon,

I could not go back with the knowledge,

of so many dreams of lost hope,

fallen to dim caverns forever under sea foam,

though I knew the secrets, it was all one body,

and the control board plied of concrete,

the seas still sprayed with the vessels of outlaws,

the people still defied the change,

and perished for the unforgotten hope,

for though the pages of time shall be erased,

the myths will never fail the free,

a memory exists like a fish in a sea.