The castle in the sky will never fade
Though love's light blossoms turn to thick dirt
I will never cease to think of that place in my dreams.
The stories that my father told me I shall not forget.
Even as a callous bruised old maid
I will close my tired old eyes
And remember sitting on my father's lap
My head resting on his warm rhythmic chest
Listening to the tales of that beautiful fortress among the clouds
I will never reach the castle but at times
On the darkest of nights I will see it twinkling down at me.

-Pamplemousse