The Palace Stream
I've built a palace in my mind. High walls and glorious statues. Tapestries line the staircases and hallways, but no feet travel past them. There was a time when this would make me sad, alone in my castle of memories and lies. Loneliness is a great teacher, however. The romantic candles and dark passageways burrow deep into my consciousness, showcasing the twisting turns that are (to say the least) me and my own. For all members of my royal family, these halls hold nothing but missed opportunites and broken spirits. Nothing's lost that can't be found, though. The rough stones and hewn edges of my mind's facade show me truth and beauty. Never known to me before, I grimace at their effervescent glory.
Though built for me alone, this castle holds its gates open for all. Someday, strolling with an unstoppable force of beauty and wisdom, someone will walk (not through the open gate, but straight through the rocks) into my palace and show me the meaning of life. I live for the day when, alone together, this person and I will capture the beauty of life in the cameras of our mind, flash photography of innocence and dreams. The days are numbered in which the kingdom I rule is one of the imagination, soon enough the real world shall be my playground and my taskmaster.
Then (and only then), will my mind fortress show it's true age. Dust and cobwebs will sprout in the path of my absence. The books on the shelves in the library (books read and books unread, blank pages and written word) will mold and slowly their pages will break free and float to the ground. This growing flood of literature will drizzle out of my head, while coming into it will be a forest of real things. My soul and my self will rejoice to see the change from stupidity and dreams to reality and life. And finally, coming to a rest at the shores of eternity, all will fade and I shall be left with nothing more than hallelujah.
Though built for me alone, this castle holds its gates open for all. Someday, strolling with an unstoppable force of beauty and wisdom, someone will walk (not through the open gate, but straight through the rocks) into my palace and show me the meaning of life. I live for the day when, alone together, this person and I will capture the beauty of life in the cameras of our mind, flash photography of innocence and dreams. The days are numbered in which the kingdom I rule is one of the imagination, soon enough the real world shall be my playground and my taskmaster.
Then (and only then), will my mind fortress show it's true age. Dust and cobwebs will sprout in the path of my absence. The books on the shelves in the library (books read and books unread, blank pages and written word) will mold and slowly their pages will break free and float to the ground. This growing flood of literature will drizzle out of my head, while coming into it will be a forest of real things. My soul and my self will rejoice to see the change from stupidity and dreams to reality and life. And finally, coming to a rest at the shores of eternity, all will fade and I shall be left with nothing more than hallelujah.