Remembering What Never Was

Torn asunder from a dream

The dented pillow 'neath my head

I could have sworn, I heard a scream

Of fighting men on a grassy field

Below the ramparts each other they glean

A bouncing off the castle walls

Such bright and lovely bugle calls

Before this image I did see

The mother ship upon the sea

Sleek and slim she flies until

Upon the rocks with such a thrill

Below the waves on shifting sands

The crew gropes upward, bony hands

Further still in memory

I dive within my reverie

Stories wild charge through my mind

Fraught with challenge of every kind

Until the sun clears out my head

And I arise, from deep in bed.