last resorts (3)

We dreamed of the castle on the hill, 
Perspective being what it is: 
The roof that gathered our aspire, 
Tangled in the tares and vines 
That marked our path. 

Wanting what is not that much 
Needs no explanation: 
It is more the dream of going 
Than the destination -- 

The sky was a blue infinity, 
The trees were a guard of honor, 
And all of that magnificence 
Is still a worthy thing for hope's
Meager existence