Castles

sandcastle

Castles

my mind builds castles
from the smell
of fresh hewn lumber
where I shuffle my feet
just to break the silence
within

I went howling at the sun
mostly, because no one
gave me the rules
about the moon.
I guess I’m a better man now
although, she was quite
amused
and flattered
at the scene

the mortality of it all
love and life
and holiday laughter…
I think, comfort
still survives
in the faces and places
of yesterdays smiles
and in memories
tucked in the heart

and you make these memories…
so intricately soft
with your colorful laughter
and unspoken
glances…
my heart whispers…
home…

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