MYSTICAL DREAMS OF SHORES UNSEEN
   Keith Garrett
  About a land so far across the sea, stories of 
  Knights from days lost,
  Castles of stone, standing through centuries 
  Of tales told, those whom 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 glass 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 
  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.