A Place of Forests and Castles

The moon rises over the mountain. Vertigo makes me feel like I may fall into it. Thoughts of the day, play in fast forward. The things that went wrong, things that made a sound reach your lips. Then I saw you standing there. The feeling, of seeing you there, rescues from the melancholy. Moving through the city, like urban shaman. Knowing the real from those things that are but hollow promises. We search for that place of possibilities, some say australia, others point to the sky. Then as we look into each other's eyes, we find that court of creature comfort. A place of forests and castles, any place, that loves' royalty... would call home!