iyan

sandcastles

humans are inane beings

their deep-rooted sentimentality far greater than reason

one can only build a sandcastle where the sand is wet

but where the sand is wet, the tide comes in

no matter what stands in its path, the tide sweeps it away

the white tendrils of seafoam will slowly lick away at the foundation

until it tumbles into a pile of reincarnating soil

or perhaps a sudden wave will strike and your creation is sent crashing down

either way, the only thing the tide will bring is destruction

yet we still build sandcastles.

i stand at the line that divides the land and expanse of salty blue

the tide engulfs my ankles till my feet imprint on the sand

I let the salt from my eyes fall as it mixes with the ocean

grey rolling clouds above me represent the ones inside me

as i stand on the ultimate boundary line, the salty air beckoning me forward

sounds and lights from ships across seas calling my name to step in the water

the tide washes in and i, a lone sandcastle, stand in its path

turn back, and i abandon my peace to erode at the shore

drift forward, and i return to earth forevermore.