Waken to the Dream

This was passed on to me today from a friend, and the dream it refers to is the dream of the SCA that we all try to live.
I've never found words that so accurately describe what the SCA is to me, and what I'd have it be to my children.

We are all, dear readers, born out of our time.

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Waken to the Dream

Within my arms you rest your head, swaddled in blankets tight
Wrapped safely up in dreams sweet song, sleep throughout this night
I’ll sing to you of days gone by, of days still yet unborn
For in your heart I see my hopes and joys become reborn

Will you be yourself a Promise, given by crowned king?
Devoting time and energy, a light to all you bring?
Walk proud in steps that Cailean walked, many have done so since
The days when Prince and Princess saw the power of innocence

Perhaps you’ll tread the garden path and become a silver Rose
As made by Irel and Rosalind whose beauty you’ve been bestowed
Your gentle fingers quick to pluck the burden from a friend
Will make light work for all involved, with smiles for duties end

Or maybe you will come to sing like lark in morning sun
And burning bright the Mullet’s light will show that you are young
Same King and Queen did first bestow to Timony this rank
To be thus called compatriot your mother’s voice you’ll thank.

Would you rather learn of battle, your name for combat known?
To stand and count yourself as one of young Brendon Swatko’s own?
King Hoegaarden, Chiara Queen, did recognize this skill
In ones so young they could not fight the Knights that they would kill.

Oh little one, who in my arms does sleep and worry nought
For you I tell the stories rich, the tales of battles fought
This game we play is all for you, your future and your dreams,
I promise to pass on to you, my love of what it means.

The Dream is yours to learn, embrace, and grow to always cherish,
To keep alive the things we share, and never let them perish,
For in the day that rises now, as you waken from your slumber,
Behold the Dream, of knights and Kings, who will count you in their number.

Written by Savya the Silent.