It feels real, doesn’t it?
It feels real to me,
summoning the castle with my mind,
waltzing with her
on the boundless floor--
the beautiful going
that absolves all clichés
like the phrase
the beautiful going.
And there’s no way of stopping now
in the light from the castle,
peering at itself through clouds,
steering us towards, then into us,
surely the world is about to bust…
and the drawbridge lowers as we kiss
as if, as if…