Castles should be built of sand,
how come you didn’t tell me I was gathering more than just those tiny fine particles ,
that don’t comply to the the wind and sea.
Do your fingers still have that shattered magic ,
that we once used to hold in the good old days,
or are they still busy guiding intruders to the safe place , back , all the way .
And do you see me cling to the ship ,
as if it weren’t already sinking ?
Or do you still see the light jaded in the dark black sea of regret ?
All we see are Lone travellers in the sea trapped on the wrong boat, but all they see in the distant , is a silhouette of two dancing across a vast landscape.