Poem 155:

Castles in the Night

——————–

When the moon
completes her nightly journey
and hides in the coming dawn
the sandcastles erected in dreams
but await a morning tide.

And though the nightly vision complete
and sleeping robes set aside
by the nightstand gleaming
were moist grains of sand,
droplets of water left by the tide

Trapped by a morning ray,
they failed to remember
the coming of day
and lingered but for a moment
waiting for the tide.

——-
from dusty ole files, posted
for a whimsical Monday 🙂

© 2013 by James Spruell All rights reserved

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  1. bennetta faire

     /  July 15, 2013

    This is right up my sea-romance alley, thank you–very beautiful.

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  2. “trapped by a morning ray, they failed to remember the coming of day.” Beautiful and rhythmic. I believe I shall have this portion of your art stuck in my mind for a while.l

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