Building Castles

Not a thought in the sky, just endless blue,

Sun smothers all with her stifling embrace,

Skin reddens in the scorching blaze, wind blew

Soothing whispers, my only saving grace.

Fill the mould, smooth the top, turn, tap, and lift,

Spade in hand, shovel sand, fill mould, repeat.

Sculpting sandstone turrets, moat, boat adrift,

Draw string bridge, white rag flag, castle complete.

But cursed to live a mayfly’s fate, one date.

As dusk swaps the sun for tide tugging moon,

Turret’s crumble as the waves Infiltrate,

Castles collapse and return to the dune.

Confined to my mind of memories past,

For castles of sand are not meant to last.