Castle in the Air

One time I met a simpleton

Who swore his head was right–

Despite his fear of staying up

At 1 o’clock at night.

I grew quite tired of his quips

And turned to leave from there–

When he yelled “You see ghost ships

From your castle in the air!”

He stopped me dead, and then implied

I’m wasting all my time

In painting what I feel inside

With brokenhearted rhyme.

I smiled at him and let it pass;

This poor man didn’t know

A fragile dream, like feeble glass

By which his heart could grow.

I summoned up my ghost ship,

And then waved without a care;

He’d never have the kingship

Of a castle in the air.