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.
  Commom men and women lived together, and 
  Begged for food  a hand.
  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