Astral Castle
Walking forward step by step,
Neither looking right or left
Until I see a wooden door
Before me glow green in the dark.
The door, decorated with gold curves,
Swung wide at my expected presence.
I entered into a sunny day
And stood before a wooden bridge.
Crossing the bridge step by step,
Neither looking right or left
Until I see another door
Before me glitter in the sun.
The bridge was steady all the way.
The moat rippled with gentle waves.
Green are the grasses around the castle,
The castle with the glittering door.
In the castle is a great hall,
It's roof reaching far and tall.
Echoing spaces delight my eyes
Dancing pictures pressed on the walls.
In the castle are several corridors.
Some are known and some are not.
Those that are, have pictures hung
Of mystical mysteries all the way.
In the castle are many great rooms.
Some are small and some are huge.
They are neat with sun pouring in.
The windows are big, just as I've dreamed.
In the castle sits a throne.
It holds the crown of peace fore all.
Made of polished gold it is.
I wonder where the great king is.
Forces of astral pull drags me back
Out the room and out the door,
Out of the gold decorated doors,
And snapped me back into my body.