9-13-2012 Gray Castles against the Waves

Gray castles against the waves,curling like the many rolling flags,

Ghosts whispers the coming of many more,gates are closed-freedom for,

The courtyard glares of only one sword cast into a block of golden granite,

For years,no one can free his blade from a long time ago,

Ships from afar come and go,on to the end of time,till the sun won’t shine,

We ,as a crowd,feel so all alone,as we praise the rain,breath in the cold,

I am surprised ,tonight the moon is full and blue-what more is to find,

Since you’ve gone, I fight the cry,the wild burning inside.