Magically one is walking along a path within a great forest. Their clothing is changed in wondrous garments fit for a great noble. After a time one comes upon a gentle rising hill. The sun lightly warms one's back as the sound of birds singing their sweet songs fill the air. 

At the top of the rise suddenly below can be seen a castle standing tall and proud with in a small forested valley. Flags of many colors grace it's towers. Great sounds of merriment echoes through the vale and entices one to wander down the path to the great gates of this castle. 

Upon the path there are several lords and ladies. They greet fellow travelers with great joy and entreat them to join the feast within. Shall one enter the castle this day? Perhaps those within shall not mind? 

Coming up to the castle door a lady dressed in fine blue silks greets approaches. At her waist is a loop of keys telling everyone that she is the chatelaine of the castle. She leans over to the roses and takes one. Offering it to you she says with a smile ...

"Welcome to the Castle de Leyster enjoy your stay, enjoy and be entreated by the music. Visit any room and stay as long as you like and please come again whenever you wish." She moves away to let visitors pass through the great doors. 

A Friend When I'm hurt you are there for me. When I'm driven low you comfort me. When all the world seeks to belittle me. You stand and defend me. When your hurt I am there for you -- always. -Jazelle

I wait--
A glass of wine I hold up to gaze through it's crystalline beauty.

The sun light warms it liquid depths to the color of your ruby lips.

An noble old Oak stands at my back shading me.

It's branches like your hair gently sway in the light spring breeze.

This day is perfect in every way but one.
I can not move for the day is not complete.

The wine goes stale.
The day fades.

For you are not here-- and so shall I wait.
- Jazelle