Castle (of a different kind)

This past weekend we visited Casa Loma in Toronto (story/history here)
 A dream-castle never completed...
Below is a teeny glimpse of but one of the many great accomplishments of once wealthy
Henry Pellatt who died penniless

After much amazement I was glad to return home to the welcome
 of a much more modest 'castle'
full of cracks and patches
and family!

The world is filled with castles unnoted by light of day

Though if one would take notice one might witness works of art

Not all towers and turrets are masterpieces of clay

The architect of love is at the mercy of the heart

The castles love constructs are made of plans oft run awry

The beauty it designs often revised or incomplete

Where images of outcomes once envisioned strew the sky

While love trips over mercy-sonnets scattered at its feet

The blueprint that love follows boasts no grand embellishment

No marble statuettes or glitz of crystal chandeliers

No domes showcasing frescoes or graven accomplishment

The sparkle of love’s castle glitters in laughter and tears

Its walls wear priceless scenes of days and years that came and went

It halls filled with familiar footsteps, not by gaping throngs

And though it may not leave its mark by some grand monument

It echoes with the lyrics of love's unrecorded songs

Love does not need the luxury of satin or brocade

Its rooms are not elaborate yet draw the longing eye

Where warm welcomes and loving arms feel almost heaven-made

The castle of contentment something money cannot buy

© Janet Martin