This is my castle

This is my castle
Where dreams are set alive
Where maidens fair with golden hair
in dreams now sleep (their love to keep)
in turrets at the side.

Knights of bold,
Fire stories told
of torch alighted, joust unfit;
Where skin bugs too reside.

Of all the world that showed a life
of all the places being,
For all it's noise and cattle-clatter,
all it's sights now seeing.

From all his travelled visions,
all it's ventured pathways,
The longness of a starry night
the fullness of a day.

Communities in conflict,
All the world agreed,
Prisoner imprisoned,
All the kingdom freed.

Softest feather pillow
Roughest pillow sack,
The smallness of a bed shank,
The detail of a stonework crack.

This from where I see,
This is where I'll be.
This is my castle,
It belongs to me.