The journey of birth In the mid age of the seas Had reached its ultimate. . Two love birds, Two creations of the soul In a castle of illusion; A castle of dreams - planted on a vast greenish hill, Overlooking the outreaching space Above the calm ocean blue waves, They both cared and loved.. . The damp sand walls, and - The floors of shells hanging in the air, All held with bonds of love and passion, Cast in the spirit of giving, Came upon the self, and shook the dream, When Beauty said: "Leaving me now dear !" Disappointed she was, she waved good-bye, With a slim hope for return. . To him, thereat, With no castle to remember, The strong wind, the cloudy skies, And the deep ocean with high tides, All appeared meaningless In the eyes of the knight of all times, The lover of Beauty As he entered the zone of the thinning air. . "Freedom" he whispered to the self; And the clouds below and the stars above All repeated and claimed that, His word of wisdom "Freedom." He, the “Knight of Times” Swam through To the other corner of the cosmos, In the waters of hate and ugliness Towards those Who needed the loving and rich soul, In the meaning of the older dream Of the left-behind castle of illusion. Through the trip in the side of the dream, One rescue followed another. He earned the shades of the stars, And, therefrom, once again He disappeared into the sad reality. . The beauty of the hill, The castle, the theater of the love dream, The soothing sound of the white ocean wave, And the morning glamour of the sun rays Had all turned into dust and haze, And, so vanished in the path of sadness. She, Beauty, cried and cried again For her stone-hearted man, that, The Knight of Times. . The story of hope, The finish of the long climb, And all the evening talks On the patio of the wet sand and misty air, And the tower of pride, Or, yet, on the sense of a feeling wave Ended with a blink of an eye, In a vision of nature's dream... . Visitors of the land of sand, thereof Turned into sound stones, statues, And became people of the stone High, massive waves of the seas Broke the shells, and hopes On the illusion of rocks. They destroyed the coast And the sequence of thoughts. Impossible was no dream. The rocks of the scene made of cardboard, In the path of the breeze Went away with the flowers of the shadow Into the source of the flaming sun, And cried with tears for the man, Howled with a voice of sadness Calling the Knight of Times To fill up the illusion, as The dream castle of Beauty. They brought the heart and shaking core - Of the castle Through a meaningful and real dream, And also turned the illusion To a fake imagination In the mind of the wondering and slowing... Beauty. . No walls of love, Holding the floors of air In the shades of compassion, No sand, no hill, no white waves, No dreams, Nor blue waves or memories To tell the stories of the past To those visitors, people of the times Inside and around the castle of illusion And the series of dreams. . The vague castle stood alone Under no one's vision For a thousand and one years. The rain, winds, And the waves on the image of rocks With human hands outside the dream, All sought and saw no sand walls, And no air floors; no Beauty In the dream of the hill of the mind. Was love dead ? was it a passing breeze - with no fragrance or trace? When one looked, The rooms and cells of Beauty, The thrust of the dream, the harmony And the note of love Were all in a state of coma and senseless In the mist of the years And the phony joy of a soul, Which had no role, therein. . "Here I come alive again" she said, "The dreams and specially I of all" "Shall strive and strive alone" "With pain and loneliness." The echo of her voice In the range of compassion of love, and the raging soul, Crossed the high warming air And the dome of the atmosphere. When it reached the end of the space, And the tips of the farthest waves, The vibration of her vocal chords Shook the waters and creatures of the seas. "O' my, the Dragon of the waters", "Big, dark, ugly, evil," "And the tomorrow owner of the seas." "This is that, there, the king of all, awake." "It is the keeper of the beach, castle of dreams," "And the hill, and the capture of the soul," She, Beauty said to the spirit and herself, "Tomorrow's castle is gone." "No love of the self will come upon the dream," “to touch and to nurse,” "And no sails will stand against the firewind” “And the giant waves." Then, the dust went away For a long period of time To rest and to branch onto the night, And the dragon, and the dreams of terror Failed to sink out of the dream, And the illusion of the castle on the hill. The dragon, the curse And his knights of evil Returned to the range of her mind And her fragile dream; and Beauty came for a hide Her red-spotted dress was left behind. . The far away love, Knight of Times seemed to enter in the mouth Of the beast and hill keeper, the dragon. She looked A thousand and one years back, And another thousand and one miles away. The dream, then was a story Of Santa, the dear, and bell. The story was a tale Of the old west and the jail. (How did they know?) . The dragon of the waters With power of steel, Made all swords of crime And with curse, Made the knights of evil. The vision of the shades And the visitors, People of the stone Around the castle of the dream Fled the vast hill alive Then died in the inland caves, In piles of bones, Thus, the fear, the nightmare, the dragon And the crimes, Awakened the dead. They marched inside into the deep, Into the darker caves, In the mounts of reality. The warmth, the heat, And the flare of hate Cursed all souls Altered the spirits Broke the lines and chains of dreams, Though, reality was a worse dream For those, the dead. . The beauty, or Beauty looked flat, And dead-like on the sides of the hill, Refused to flee the dream castle, To the caves of the dead. The dragon and the knights of evil With swords of death, They all slept on the pale greenless hill And snored through the story For a thousand and one years. . The stars, shiny and bright, flash, The Beauty flat on the hill Smashed by the heavy dream Of the dragon and his knights, With a vision of One eye half-open And the other closed, Looked at the light, stared, And knew it was the shining stars. Beauty said to the beasts, The dragon and knights of evil: "Love is in the spirit of the air above," "The stars of the Knight of Times" "Wait and the curse is all yours, take it," "Kill me again, try, I never die," "I am a dream, imagination of your thoughts." The dragon rose from a dream To another dream And knights of the evil followed the dream. Beauty waited by the hill, Climbing a mild slope, slowly Tired, exhausted, and breathless, Facing the skies, and the dream, She smiled. . It was round, smooth, and fast, The flying ship without a sail Above the scattered thin clouds Between the starts and the dream, Appeared - As a ghost of the man of times And beauty of peace. He penetrated the thick string - Of the lower cloudy cast, Fought the echo of curse And the dragon, the knights And the flames of fire blended with the waves, About the air of the neighboring seas. Slipping into the sheets of Beauty Under the clouds, he said: "Tell them to worry not" "Say to them: Alive leave all caves" "Come to the hill, to the shores of beauty" "And meanings of beauty." "Give them love, of that you gave to me" "Thousands years ago and miles back" "O' Beauty, climb to the castle, I am back." And the dragon and his knights Flared up. The waters of the seas raging, Red, deep and angry, Lines of flames danced on the waves With ugliness of the reefs, And the deep waves were mounts of fear. "The battle began here." Beauty said. The man, Knight of Times, and lover of beauty, Brave, strong and slick, Flue over and down through, and thereof, Cracked the waves, shook the air, blew the reek And beat the dragon's head and flare. The curse sank, and vanished, To the deepest slump And no dragon and no evil knights Ever appeared on the waves. People of the stone, alive on the hilly shores, They applauded. Over and over, the Knight of Times Swam in floods of the dream. To beauty he said: "you are mine" "And you are my old and new life" . The wet sand walls of the dream castle, Reflected all the sunshine, And the rainbow of the coast on the hill. The brightened lights of the dream Rose to reality of life, the castle of love. People of the stone, ran and ran To the curse-free air and waters - Of the seas and beauty. . "O' my, my dream and love" "Hold my walls, body, and soul" "Let no years come between" she said. In a room of the castle, The man of times, lover, came close, Holding a pink candle stick lit with dreams, And a beautiful rose on a green stem, He told Beauty with a whispering voice: "I brought love, and beauty to those - Who are indeed worthy," "But, now I must go, I must go, forgive me!" . The breeze, misty and cold Refused to leave and held tight. Thoughts began to unfold. No wings of freedom, Broken feathers covered the vast hill, And filled the air of the sinking castle, No Beauty or beauty of the soul, No dream, no castle of illusion or love. . The man, Knight of Times, Was a curse lifter, a fighter too, No lover - Of the soul and self or beauty alone. He loved Beauty in all, and peace And the calm, smooth sight of the seas. He was the friend and lover of all spirits. Through another trip, He was a bright star again, Behind a way of thickening clouds. . She cried; broke the dream, And through the years and years Turned wicked, full of hate and anger. But... On another side of the shores Joy and greatness filled the air, The hills and the folds of the waves. Pleasure came upon the souls - Of the people of the stone, As they watched the Knight of Times Becoming a permanent star, there Above the clouds they did worship. . Beauty left that, the castle of dream, She blew her real dream away, In the smoke and dust of the remains - Of the dragon and knights of evil, And all the flames that died before. The walls, the floors, and so the doors, Tumbled down in a large hole In the middle of what used to be - The green vast hill. "I am the princess of hate" Beauty said, "I am the motivating spirit of curse" "To all, I shall change my name and spread". She, then walked on across the waves, For a thousand years and one She played, Searched the dragon and curse. Suddenly; From a dark hole in the seas, She pulled out the dead of the dragon. Cold, ashy, and lifeless it appeared. And life of the second dream Looked fake after the mid age of the seas. Beauty was unable to keep the curse In the air or in the spirits. She, therefore waited again, Giving up the curse attempts, And the hate entrance. "I shall wait again for a space knight" "Who would love only and only Beauty" "He is in the near air." "I can see him through time -" "With the sense of all love" Beauty said. . People of the stone, Happy and content along with sea birds Told beauty a tale - About care, and lots of share; And Beauty who re-earned her name, Listened, and came back. With flowers, misty air and sand built in the dream And cleaned the past track. The people, and the birds helped Beauty - Gain her dream in the new castle. And Beauty thereafter practiced more dreams - Of love, care and share, With those who cared. . Years went by through the dreams And vision of hope. A new, special man of time moved - Across the horizon through the stars And through the clouds of the high flowers. He, the man was ordinary, no dragon killer Nor curse lifter. He was no worrier, simple and caring. Indeed, Beauty's man ported - On the love pad of the new castle of dream. This time, he stayed. The people smiled, the birds sang, And all roses came alive colorful and plump. The castle was a real shadow again, In the dream of Beauty. The real stone walls, the sound floors, With tall towers and a steel door, Marked the green and yellow hill of love. Love is life. "Love is a soul" she said.