Castles
The waves break at my ankles bucket in my hand. I picture what my life would be in a Castle made of sand. The view would be so pleasant, from the windows that I look. My Queen would have so many riches that of a story book. With dragons to protect her and all that she can dream. Eyes of darkest turquoise with a little touch of green. Her skins as soft as silk, teeth as white as pearls. Hair as long as the Castle walls with never ending curls. We’ll ride into the sunset saddles made of gold. Bodies ever so close oceans waters cold. All our dreams will soon be gone, washed away in the early dawn. My heart pours out for all to see. I dream of my Queen to be with me. Although alone I remain a man, my Queen and I walk hand and hand. I picture what my life would be in a Castle made of sand.
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