Castles in the Air

Once upon a time, three Alices decided to leave their parents' house and live alone. Alice of Oz, built a pink palace by the sea on a remote beach in Thailand. Alice Snow, made a sand castle in the clouds that hover over Mauritius. Alice Joana Catarina Maria Isabel Sandra Margarida Elisabete etc and such, she had a house of cards made in the rainforest of Wonderland.
It turns out that the Alices had a common enemy, who wanted to eat their raw livers for breakfast. The Callipygian Witch, a perverse woman, who, with the help of magical arts, would soon try to overturn the abodes, and glitter dreams, of our little, bio-nasty princesses.
However, and one cannot help but say, luckily, nature took care of distorting Calli's desires and drastically reducing her efforts.
As obvious consequences of global warming, which we all feel, almost all of us pretend not to feel and which very few, on the whole, will survive.
A violent tsunami in the Pacific Ocean and a fire of infernal proportions, in the parched forest; forced the two Alices, surviving victims, to ask for political asylum, and shelter for their friend Neve, in the Tropics.
Pygia - which is the second possible abbreviation of the name of our esteemed and powerful sorceress - considered this sudden push of the natural forces, to her dreams, as an unprecedented stroke of luck and, taking advantage of her lycanthropic abilities, waited patiently for the coming full moon...

PAR

Like visions, places nudge us    
through inheritance, striking    
remembrance rooted in sulfur    
rekindling the Spirit of blood     
      
Communion was Love, an ancestor  
soft reminder of its ever-presence    
When I woke, I couldn’t remember    
its Castle of crystal compass      
   
Then from his room, dreaming away    
dawn, my grandson began to laugh  
and I slowly remembered  
from where it was I came  
 
and smiled at the prospect of hope  
    
~

A dog
A park
Much foliage

You pitch the ball
She zips after it

Skips back
to slobber and tail-wag

Many years since
the days

The days when
it seemed like
you couldn’t be

The days when
you pondered an end
each nanosecond

Now, you have
your pooch

Now, to find
the pooch’s
perfect partner guardian

I shall persevere with my dream      
to be among those far flung stars,      
as do those clever folk who scheme  
to land a poet there on Mars.      
       
I've heard it called a desert world      
a planet devoid of all life      
but I have seen the sunlight curl      
round rocks like girl's curl round their wife.      
       
Curious as I am I’ve also heard      
the whispering breeze shape the sand      
into the finest feminine curves      
far finer than Angelo’s hand.      
       
The graduations within these reds        
from war-like red to gentle pink      
have spirited me so, my dreams are fed      
to one day sojourn there thus, I think..    
       
To be on the great wing of Maven      
if opportunity should occur      
and launch me into this red haven      
Mars, I shall sleep now, dream myself there...