In my Sand Fortress---A poem
Life exists
in my dream world,
Built beside
water world;
Around and around to twirl,
Placed fine
candle cones on curls;
In my Sand
Fortress!
On a bright
full moon day,
Awaiting for my love to come and play;
In my garden
of flowers spread all the way,
The gentle
breeze of wave spray;
Welcomes my love for a long stay,
In my Sand Fortress!!
Table and chairs of sand,
White shell curls adore
the edges of strands;
Teapots brewing hot with cinnamon grind
And smoky snacks made by dirtying my hand;
In the middle the tall bunch of flower stands
In my Sand Fortress!!!
Dressed in a purple flower gown,
The gathered flares flowed down;
My silky hair tresses of brown,
On either shoulder with curls on;
Soft lips and rosy cheeks colouring along ,
In my Sand Fortress!!!!
A bright moon sets in the middle of the
sky,
Clear clouds pass and fly;
To walk holding hands and staring eyes,
To have you my love on the rosy bed to arise;
Lips say and ears long to hear a fond reply
In my Sand Fortress!!!!!
Envying moon moving east,
Morning bells welcoming priests;
Chirping birds call for aid at least,
Violent waves hit the fortress like a beast;
Wildfowl cry in the air increased,
In my Sand Fortress!!!!!!
My sand fortresses
smashed and splattered,
Divine love
feast scattered;
To my love, my love is just a mattered,
Who longs for
a fresh new flower like a wild catcher;
Lay beside a thorny snatcher,
My love bleeds with every scratcher;
Yet long to rebuild the sand fortress,
To repaint my love with loving portraits;
On smashed Sand Fortress!!!!!!!
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