The light comes up
On a sandcastle house
Soft and shivering
A childs’ voice creaks
Through earth-drawn walls
As ancient as the wind that shakes them
Purple and orange sky
Stretches out over the sea
Songs of yesterday
Carried over the glimmering surface
Tomorrow stretches
Upward and outward
Through the stained-glass windows
Pressed into the soft earth
The beach rings
With bells that have yet to be struck
Ripples in the sand
Washed away by the foaming surf
Lapping at the door
Of the sandcastle house
From the highest turret
Struck with both the light of the sun
And the moon
The wind swirls in circles
Holding together the walls
Of a castle made of sand