BETWEEN DREAMS AND MEMORIES
I saw it when I was a child, a castle with stairs that went high,
At the top, a suit of armor like a knight from centuries long ago.
Why was I there, I do not recall such a place, the snow, many a face,
When I was young it was very real, was this a dream that I did feel?
A hall with many rooms from my eyes I did see, a ghost in white,
It wandered within this place, was it a thought as I slept on a night?
I went to sleep one night when I was seven, In my dream, God was a child,
My fingers were bones, never did I see such a scene ever again.
Knocked on my neighbors’ door, what appeared was never before,
A witch with such laughter, made me rise into the air, not so real.
Between dreams and memories, what I have seen may have been dreams,
That which I thought were dreams may have been by me, seen.