Castles
I feel like I did before the magic wore thin.
Like a child at the waters edge
hanging onto a sand paradise
holding destiny in a pale.
If I close my eyes I sense there is more to life
beyond that line where water meets the sky
Warm pale yellow sun lighting on a fantasy,
Orange sunset illuminates the Ocean current filling, refreshing, changing
Toeing the waters edge, I stood at a crossroad.
A future shaped by watching waves, coercion in a blue ocean,
becoming the force of change in a glance back
when innocence still held a glimmer of what my tomorrow could be
The bliss showing no regard for awaiting peril.
Then it hits me as I stand here,
breathing in the fumes of what it was like to feel aliveness
when the dream still pulsed and I remember
I missed who I was when I stood at the waters edge
And promised Neptune I’d never leave that bliss.
His icy blue arms licked the walls of my dream castle with salty glue
And he said…”never let time take your castle”.
Now here, standing in the door of tomorrow looking back,
feeling stronger,
with that scrap of a childhood dream feeling real in my hand.
I can sense the child inside me laughing at walls
becoming sand beneath my feet.
My castle walls washed into the sea.
Swallowing a vanishing future or a crumbled past.
I don’t know who I am these changes alter me…unrecognizable.
I saw someone else in that reflection, before the magic thinned.
Before life ran riotous.
Before everything changed,
even the potency of the dream is stronger.
Wayward destinies lap yearning, covetous.
My vision follows the reasons down a path out to the sea.
Then it hits me as I stand here, at the waters edge.
Feeling the breeze
tasting the freedom in the wind
before the magic wore thin.
That scrap of paper holding the dream still pulsing
breathing in the fumes.
He said: ”never let time take your castle”.
