When winter comes I miss the sun.
My tear freezes.

Dreaming of sandcastles
Well into winter.

I build a snowcastle
To satisfy
My fantasy, my misery
And occupy
My grieving
Eye.

Snow castles harden,
As snowflakes grow dearer.

I slice through patterns of sand
Attempting to make
A sandflake
To understand
And heal this (stifled)
Ache.

When summer comes I miss the snow.
My tear melts.