castle

a castle built of salt and sand
endless dreams and hopes that span
build it tall
away from the wall
of the tide when it neaps in

lovers walk, on this thin strand
where the moated castle stands
no longer perfect like it began
the winds and tides have done it in
washing it to sea

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License