Across the ocean and above the lands
Sits a legacy for all curious eyes.
An ivory castle on a lonely peak
Where even the clouds bow down
Beneath its soaring majestic spires.
It was the dream of one king not long ago
That flustered the brow of every fair maiden.
To build for beauty, hold art above war.
Dismissing tradition and logic for lies
And following a single dream to lands end.
He sat on the banks of the river Rhine
Imagining one original palace after the next.
Maybe he shopped in the Marienplatz
For velvet loveseats and porcelain swans
To adorn the seed of his hearts content.
But now the king has been gone for years.
And Bavaria has never quite been the same
Since the death of Kind Ludwig the mad.
His castles stand proud and greet the wanderers
And journeyman, and dreamers and historians alike.
Though all are rare in craft and dripping in style
One of his lonely dreams stands above the rest.
Reaching beyond the Alpine rolling skies
Colouring heaven with a touch of human royalty.
A place any Sleeping Beauty would pray to wake.
It is here, I fell in love again, twice in the time of a year.
First with the earth, its inhabitants achievements
And the very nature that hides them in its breast.
The lakes that capture the suns final rays,
The heaving mountains with their fancy caps of snow,
The whispering cow bells carried by the gentle winds
And the serenity of the painted villages sleeping below.
The second time was with a young mate
Who accompanied me to my secret place.
To cavort once the daily bustles had calmed.
He fell for the battlements I had loved before
Understood the treasures I longed to share.
He carried me up the mountain like a princess
To her new palace on the night they were wed.
He kissed me to the whimpering of waterfalls,
Then watched on as the sun sank to bed.
Blessed be whoever may fall upon this place
Tucked into the heart of the Bavarian Alps
For this is the spot where I proudly left my heart,
And left Neuschwanstein for widened eyes to behold.
Robyn Schwartz, 2001
Across the ocean and above a land
Sits a legacy-curious, oft-eyed
Ivory castle, lonely peak
Clouds break down
One dead king and dead king dreams.
Maidens made, give us your line -
Build me beauty, art beats war
Logic for liars
Count near river, and on Rhine think right
Imagine one place, next the next
Shop maybe, Platz lately
Love seats swans
King’s been years-long gone
Bavaria quiet, been same since
Poor dead Ludwig, mad kind king
Wander proud castle
Drip rare through and all are old
Dream alone, stand or rest above.
Reach beyond the Alpine skies
Colour heaven human
It’s here I fell in love,
Twice in the time of a year.
First mountain-fancied caps of snow,
Serene village paints sleep below.
Second time - company, young mate
Come get me in a secret place
Daily bustle then kiss me
Fell for it
He carried me up and down his mountains
Like Princes in palaces
The night they were wed
The marital bed
Then watched me, on a sun sank bed.
Blessed be whoever but mainly me
Bavarian Alps now my heart
Hit the spot
David Steans (after Robyn Schwartz, 2001)