Castle

Castle

I am dreaming  
of a castle,
Not as it once was,
But as it is now,
Tumbled, broken,
Breached, roofless,
Yet still, in essence,
A castle.

I imagine,
Running my hand
Along a rampart,
Tracing an archive
With my finger tips,
Stone upon stone,
Word upon word,
A familiar story.

A bird ghosts
Through a dark window,
A chilled current
Whispers through,
It is the castle’s voice,
Reminding me,
It’s not our walls
That marks our way,

It’s what remains.


Derek Ross