Called Back To The Sea
The castle is perfect- it is a ruin
and the wave is called back to the sea.
Refill the moat that sinks into the sand,
the first star is out to see-
the spiralling path of an effortless wing
take the day away.
How long can they possibly lay there
content with clouds? They disappear.
Rush with intent, splashed from the bucket,
the wind is getting up.
Refill the moat that sinks into the sand
where a molten sun is soon to land.