Sky Castle

Whiter than the purest snow,
         Reaching for the golden sun,
                   Out of reach to mortal man,
                             It sits on clouds, silver spun.

Created on a thought of whimsy,
         It exists inside my mind.
                   Shining bright, for all to see,
                             The way to get there, you must find.

Up the mirrored stairs you'll travel,
         Round and round, a winding way.
                   Once you see that sky held castle,
                             You will beg your mind to stay.

You can only stay a short time,
         There is danger in the dream.
                   My sky castle, it is living,
                             Things are not as they may seem.

Years ago I dreamed that visage,
         Thirsty eyes drank their fill.
                   Bittersweet I think it lovely,
                             Trouble is, I live there still.