a beam of light on a wintry day

The castle stands still
but much less forboding
changes are happenng inside
the walls crumbling and eroding

A narrow window slit high up
like a mouth shouting aloud
is hit by a beam of light on a wintry day
piercing the thunderous clouds

It sparkles and glints in the sun
suddenly alive and there to see
poems are a window to my soul
Each time a dove of peace is let free

It flies from the window
my spirits message to the world
allowing others to see inside
my real story being unfurled

the castle's defences lessen
sun rays illuminating and warming
penetrating the bastion softly
the walls now a golden welcoming