The castles in my dreams …
There is a time, betwixt the velvety gloaming and sunlight’s first blushing rays, when I dream of castles, flying dragons and magic. In this world I roam verdant hills, and dash through ermine clouds of wildflowers, to rescue a princess of faery.
Long I seek. Fiercely I battle her cruel captor. His shape that of a dragon at times, and at others a black wizard, a dark knight or a demon foul. Always, she fights at my side, her courage and smiling face granting me strength when I waver. A young prince stands with us, casting balls of baleful fire at our common enemy, until at last evil stands vanquished by our united strength.
I awake and for a moment I fear to loose the ethereal ties of this magical kingdom. Then I glance at the sleeping form of my sweet wife. My princess. I walk to my son’s room and marvel at the happines reflected on his dreaming face. The young prince. I listen, and in the distance hear the bugling call of dragons.
I smile. The fairytale has followed into my waking world.