I built a sandcastle with golden pearls

In all its elegance—I dip it in the elements

Of dusk and dawn—I could not have gone

As far as a marble floor — But I have a lore

Chiseled in the smooth— Whimsies of my youth

Echoing in its halls —The base of the draping walls

Firm with conviction— I carved all my affliction

On statues so fair — My passion must flare

To those that just glimpse —In all one’s blinks

It does not dwindle— In hopes that it may rekindle

One’s soul to its yearning— While rogue winds keep turnin’

Safety lies in my fort— Like a lighthouse to exhort

The lost amid rough seas — And slowly the soft breeze

Gives us an amiable embrace —After the arduous chase

We have a shoulder to weep—This the light that I keep

Safe and sound — When dangers are abound

And darkness forlorn— This hope I adorn

With the pearls of my tower— As I await the sun’s hour

Waves come crashing— Clashing and thrashing

Against my humble dwelling— I tried quelling

God’s forces in vain—Foreseeably, my fort does deign

Like it never stood tall—My knees wobbly and they fall

On the ground I had begun — I could have never won

That which none should battle— But I shall go on to rattle,

Never soundless— Though it may appear groundless

For castles I continue to make— And what’s at stake

Is it’s very form I create—The chase after Fate

I am bound to lose— But no better muse

Than its gaping jaws— As for an applause

I no longer dance— All is for my own glance