Blue Castles


Photo Credit: dominique-merot at

These blue and white castles
glitter in the dark distance
and I calculate the time
it would take to get there.
My feet burn on the sandy shore
while I decide whether or not to run,
and the vacillation
sends waves of want and worry
through these feet
that are glued to the ground.
The spokes of time
keep spinning like empty clocks
and the sun sets and rises
in the same instant,
and the castles grow smaller.
I can see them fading
into the rocks,
shedding their battlements
in exchange for nature.
The night chases the day
behind the mountains
and I am salt and stone
lashed to beaches
made of memory and music
I have yet to hear
while you stand
in your castle window
and wave at the sun.




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