Pastel Castle: Notes on a Visit

We visited the castle and we smoked something funny... it smelled of new sugar daydreams and old crumpled money.

We saw many sights and we read many rhymes, but the child still ran around for what was bed time.

We walked on the interior, the exterior, and then... we walked through the glades, and back home again.

Everything was lovely; nothing a bore. 'Twas a feeling like nothing one can buy in a store.

"It can be even nicer, much nicer" they said, yet what part was reality and what parts in our heads?

Now the child has settled down. He's a treasure, he's a terror, he's a prince of the town.

Now to see. Now to sea, where to go again. Who to be. Let's try again after some rest and a tea.