fading memories
as man
we sit upon the shores
of our consciousness
building dream castles
upon our private Nude Beaches
we reflectively surmise
while in a quasi-meandrous mind
consider the horizon distant
conjuring a wandering lust
for what might come to pass
our wonder enraptured
we actualize our dreams
manifesting visions
a dimension apart
parallel to our now undesirable realities
and our hearts cosign our joys
in the consideration of Time’s
uncooperative Fabric
we bear down
hoping to entice such dreams
into our “Now”
a place we have yet to master
we are seduced by our own longings
it will be dark soon
as the Sun now sets
yet . . .
have we even considered
the significance of Sand ?
yet we build Castles
in our haunted dreams
and
the tides of our reason rises
swells
and spills upon the Sands
our Beaches
where our vanity lies nakedly
and washes away our wanting
back in to the realm
of fading memories
i guess i should say something witty here
© 2 July 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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