The View at Castle Hourglass

There's this castle I once visited
situated under glassage,
I yearn to cross beyond it's drawbridge, once again;

I even long to turn 'round the staircase
should the centurion allow safe passage to a friend;
~
so let me begin again.
There's a castle I once visited,
in fact it's the place my heart remembers as home;

only not from my childhood past
it's the place where I'd settle no more, to roam.
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With age old steps in stone
and the vista seems so fuzzy,
because foliage knows no bounds, and overgrows;

and, down below is a dungeon....dark
that hasn't seen a shadow of an eye,
~
or a turn of a clever phrase inside of a hollow minute
because it's personal castle gaze
has been groomed to complete it's stare, east-to-west;

a view so honestly true
that it's own silence echos every tick of time,
~
until each eon's mine,
and this castle that I've visited
houses each, and every time frame I've ever owned;

yearning, and turning around a pond on
the most unforgiving grounds I've evergrown.