As Promised...

A Gypsy came to the castle gate, he sang so sweet and wild,

And with his song he stole away the masters only child.

Oh she cast away her silken gown, she cast away her pride.

And ran with away with him one night, down to the sea so wild.

Come home, Come home, my bonny little child, come home again to me.

Sit once more by our own fireside with head upon my knee.

Oh I'd rather live an hour here, then seven long years with thee.

And feel the salt spray on my cheek and know that I am free.

She danced in the wind and danced in the rain on edge of the cliffs and the shore.

And tasted the salt upon her cheek and never came home no more....

The lyrics to this folk song hit a chord with me, hearing it even before recent events I was moved and maybe because of the way that I had always dreamed as a child, but now the meaning, the words they are poignant. And yet, there is always the bitter regret and everlasting presence of hope, and wish, that it lasted longer or that it can be rekindled.

Dreams, we all have them, don't we? childhood dreams, dreams when we're adults, do we ever get rid of that sense of dreaming? Is there ever a time in our lives that we don't take out that small golden key and unlock the padlock of the chest that holds our dreams. What did we dream about when we were children. Do throw those dreams away when we are older? Replace them for new dreams, or do we just allow them to mutate, become more complex. In our dreams, both of the imagination and the midnight hours do we remain the child? Surely, life is nothing without our dreams. Can our dreams hurt us though? Is it possible to invest too much in our dreams, allow them to give us the wrong ideas about life and way the world is. Are dreams nothing more then ideals that we have, ideals that there is no way could possibly be reality. In a way, you could say that we are all politicians in a way. Yes, I have been watching the run up to the general elections. Well, don't they. I mean have ideals and dreams that they sell to us, with the knowledge that they as people, or the dreams themselves can never be fulfilled. I know, a very simplistic and romantic idea and not the complexity of where I stand on politics, but, why not use some artistic licence to manipulate. After all, that bunch are very good at it. Aren't they?

Please, comment if you think I am wrong? But do you think only children dream more then those with siblings, or is it the other way around? Answers on a post card please! Do you think that all girls dream of castles, princes, white horses and evil witches. Well I didn't. I think I was the proverbial fucked up bitch at birth. My moods were black, as black as a child as they are now and I used to dream that I would find the love of my life as I was dying. No princes, no towers and no witches. Horses, OK I'll admit it they were in there but my childhood love fantasy - the one that I would dream of having in reality was that my lover saved me from death but was disapproved of, so away we run and live together, proving everyone wrong freeing ourselves from a life of masks and incognito and servitude to become ourselves, find ourselves. I think maybe he didn't save me from death, instead it was a life after death. Happy stuff - yes! It soon disappeared, I convinced myself that I would live and die at 21 a virgin and nearly did. Then as a nun, untouched pure and without formal religion and I thought I was and seem to be headed that way again. But, deep down inside of me on a daily basis, an all consuming dream always reawakens and bubbles to the surface. My original dream, my idealistic dream, that no matter how I try and get to grips with the fact that somethings in life are not and never will be like our dreams. Love can strike once and once only, and that love can be the most powerful thing you can imagine, it happens and there is no need for anything or anyone else as it is strong enough to withstand judgment and adversity. I believe in love, one love and nobody will shake me of that. But tell me what do you lot think? think I'm a fool, childlike and too idealistic. Or am I the one that is just voicing what most of us want or think.