Castles on the Water

You would be like me,
and go out on some faraway horizon,
near palaces, castles, kings, and queens.
I would find my throne, my fortress built glittering and adorned
with all the stones of heaven.
You are like me,
in finding your fortress that lovely thing you mark
in a bubble with only a #2 pencil.
Doctor, Lawyer, Writer, Manager, Father, Mother,
separate castles equally lovely, but lovely nonetheless.
We dream of them, follow them, till we reach there walls.
Grey walls with sheets of stone sky high and tremulous.
So high they nearly cut out the light.
We ignore the water beneath the castle,
it flows and moves constantly, eerily.
Till it crawls up the veins within our castle wall,
the moving castle on the water.
It spawns and bends a natural machine.
We love and pray for them to stay our shape,
but there is no law to the water.
It bends, twists, or moves away.
And we follow
lambs wild and sad, striving
Striving to be the kings and the queens,
of castles on the water.