Castles in the Sky
Sometimes I wake,
as if from a dream,
and see castles in the sky.
Sometimes I can touch them.
I had flown far afield,
chasing the tails of birds of paradise,
only to learn
that the kingdom of heaven is within you.
Haven’t the ancient sages said
that God may be found in every dark and dirty alleyway,
in the marketplace,
and upon the trodden trail,
blinded by the dust kicked up by centuries of wanderlust,
as well as upon the mountaintop,
where one peers just beyond
the hard-won horizon,
to witness present and future,
by alchemy, ignite.
ABOUT A POEM A WEEK
Each week, to keep the creative juices flowing, I will write a poem. It will probably be a draft and require some additional love, so please be forgiving. I invite you to join me on this journey. I will try to publish the poem every Monday. It seems fitting to begin on Memorial Day.
It’s the 25rd week of 2023.
Fun fact: On Sunday, June 15th, 1812, Napoleon was defeated by two of the armies of the Seventh Coalition (one of which was under the command of the Duke of Wellington) at the Battle of Waterloo.