MYSTICAL DREAMS OF SHORES UNSEEN

 About a land so far across the sea, stories of Knights 
 From days lost,
 Castles of stone standing through centuries of tales 
 Told, Those who know.
 Kings and Queens ever since this Island was discovered
 Back in a dream,
 Magical wizards are fables of men said to them as a 
 Child long ago.
 Those dressed In armor, a King by the name of Arthur 
 And a sword,
 A legendary table of round, sat Knights so long ago on 
 Shores unseen.
 Princes and princesses, dancing at parties of royalty In 
 A far off land,
 Common men and women lived together and begged for food, 
 A hand.
 Woods of old England, warriors and Knights with bows and 
 Swords,
 Mystical dreams of times, of shores unseen, a book of 
 Tales.
 Along the River, lakes of swans gliding across the  
 Mirrored Glass,
 Over the hills where the whispering winds watch the grass 
 Dance.
 In the English night sky, through the known expected fog 
 Of the land,
 A rising moon shines Its glowing light upon the trees,  
 Upon These shores.
 Seasons of many centuries, witnessed by a people with  
 Voices Of sound,
 Sir Lancelot dressed for battle, riding high upon a dark 
 Horse Into forever.
 Dragons of fantasy flying through the sky, wings spread, 
 Soaring,
 Breath of fire It Is told they possess, demons brought to  
 Life In a dream.
 Legends of many moons long since past, ghosts of heroes  
 Wander In mist,
 Mystical dreams of shores unseen, songs sung In green 
 Meadows.
 A beautiful sound from voices such a long time ago.

                  Keith Garrett