My dreams often drop me off at interesting places, and this one left me somewhere I need to be…

The Keep of Dreams

On a Scottish Knoll, somewhere near the coast
Where seas were crashing, spraying salty foam
Above the plain, where bramble is the host
Sat the ruins of a long gone king’s home

Under a faded blue and cloudless sky
In the smile of a brightly smudged noonday sun
Frolicked my lover the artist, and I
She painted fiercely; I penned verse ’til day’s done

Then under sparkling stars and gentle moon
In lilacs and sand making love so sweet
My lover the artist, and I, did swoon
Under night sky, we both were then complete

My sweet love, gorgeous, barefoot, child in womb
At the Keep of Dreams, ‘neath the Scottish moon