Through Sandcastles
By sidewinder
Through sandcastles that cross my mind, Under the clouds held beyond my imagination, The quiet drifts into completion, And yet the child like voice whispers illumination, Never knowing those revelations that pierce the eyes which echo like ripples in the sand, Allowing time to mire in an offering to the past, Private in a sigh, Yet through the cries that touch, Familiarity runs in simplicity, Quickened in truth, Personified by those roads ironic in meaning. May 16, 1999 Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 03:20 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 10
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Through sandcastles that cross my mind,..."