Castle of Sand

An epic journey of discovery... About oneself... of finding another to share... about the difficulty of building ones life by themselves Wolf_Lord ,'', ^@@^ ,'',

 

                              CASTLE OF SAND

 

To build a castle a castle of sand

To use all a days energy imagination and soul

Yet you do not see the ebb tide nor feel the water creep

Until it was too late and had swept between your feet

Tearing down your castle and all that you had reaped

Dragging you sobbing down the rough wet beach

Where gasping and coughing you lay crumpled in a heap

 

AND YOU CRY

Yet you do not give up for to give up is to admit defeat

Something within the core of you that refuses to be beat

For to admit defeat surely is a kind of dying inside

Which is something in yourself that you just refuse to abide

     

SO YOU RISE

So up yea to the beach to build your castle of sand

By the sweat of your brow and the skill of your hand

From the grains of the earth and the grains of your soul

From the inert material you craft and you mold

Till betwixt your trembling fingers do you hold

The product of your spirit made complete and made whole

 

                      YET ALAS THE SAND TOO DRY

 

For you have come up upon the beach too high

The breeze become a gale wind, now beats upon your castles sides

Soon, so soon, it whips your hopes and dreams brutally aside

Oh woe are you as in your hands, you try your face to hide

Oh woe are you as you drop to your knees, and again begin to cry

For your castle turned to dust beneath the now turned leaden sky

Yet something within the heart of you, doth still refuse just to curl and to

die           

                        SO NOW YOU CRY OUT

 

In defiance you cry out to the wind, to the sea, and to the tide

YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME.  FOR FIRST WILL I DIE

For to admit defeat is a kind of dying inside

If you admit defeat it is yourself you deny

 

                     I WILL NOT ADMIT DEFEAT

 

So you pick your spot perfectly, neither too wet nor too dry

For you know that surely this time

You will beat the earth, the wind, and tide

You build it bigger, you build it better, much stronger than before

Ha, ha, this time you plan to beat the tide

Which now encroaches up upon the shore

The wind may whoop and Holler the sands my shift and dry

Yet they cannot defeat you now for surely you would die

 

 

                          I WILL PREVAIL

 

The sweat builds up upon your brow your hands never cease to glide

As within you wells emotions, which cannot be denied

Elation frustration happiness anger triumph and then glee

Yes all of these build up now, build up now within thee

For is not now the end of your quest in sight?

Oh God how you long to be free, free to quit the fight

Then as you are about to make your final magnificent stroke

About to rear up to behold the ending, the shedding of your yoke

 

                              DOOM

 

It is the stroke of doom, which doth now impale your heart

As your castle sinks down into the earth from whence did it start

For you did not notice nor did you see the water creep

Beneath the Earth a hidden malice did the water seep

Undermining the foundation of your castle built so strong

Destroying at the end that which you had worked so hard for

For that which you toiled to achieve for oh so long

 

                    NOW WILL YOU ADMIT DEFEAT?

                      LAY DOWN DEFIANT ONE

                        NOW YOU ARE BEAT

                          I HAVE WON

 

He sinks upon the cooling sand a bubble forming upon his lips

He knows within his heart of hearts that surely this is it

It was the last straw the one which broke the camels back

There is no going forward with this deep and lonely aching lack

I have won it was too much for any one man to cope

       

        I, DESPAIR, HAVE TAKEN ANOTHER MAN AS REGAL AS THE POPE

                 HE WRITHES UPON THE GROUND NOW

                 AS CONVULSIONS RACK HIS FRAME

                FULL OF GUILT AND BLAME AND FEAR

                  BUT MOSTLY FILLED WITH SHAME

                      AND KNOWS NO MORE

 

                             UNTIL

 

A delicate fine line lined hand burst the bubble at his Lips.  Two arms of

Shining Ivory then circle gently around his chest    

Golden dewdrop hair cascades down his shoulders to his hips

Then a voice like pure sweet honey, comes from slightly parted rose bud lips

 

                           DON'T DIE

 

Don’t die, don’t die, I beg of you, I have watched you from afar

Fluttering from place to place, following my wayward star

Always have I been watching you though, keeping myself unseen.

I have shared with you your toil, shared in all your dreams 

All the years of my life my love, have I watched and yet been hidden

Afraid to enter the realm that is you, especially if I was unbidden 

Afraid I would disturb the beauty, the beauty of your wondrous work.  

Afraid to enter the life of he for which I have longed for since birth

When in my Heart of hearts I longed with all my soul

For a man such as you whom I knew would make me whole

To lie with you, upon the rug before your hearth

To share with you you’re sorrow, and each moment of mirth

 

Do you hear me my love?

I have shared in your every triumph, and cried when you felt shame.

My darling love you are not the one, the one whom is to blame.

For the tricks of the Earth, of the Winds, or the slyness of the tide

Oh God my darling, I cannot live on, my Love, if now you die.

                

                    AND NOW IT IS SHE WHO CRIES

 

The tears bust as from a swollen dam as she gently cries

She holds him gently to her chest praying to the spirits, that he has not died

Her tears disturb the dust of death, which had settled gently upon his face

Bringing him back from his final rest, before the moment of the final race

She sees the misty veil recede, as it lifts nebulous from his tortured gaze

As once more the Love of her life, once more surfaces into the light of day

Gently he lifts a shaking hand to touch the wondrous tears that fill her eyes

The life tears of his Goddess born, She…whom would no longer be denied

This incredibly strong willed woman, whose strengths held him at her side,

Who when confronting the face of death, with loves true light, commanded it to fly

She had reached his soul, fed his spark, even though it had dwelled at sorrows end

Giving him the chance to live, the chance to grow, yea, even then to Love again                    

 

 

To Love again, and then?

Both of their wounds are healed now, with a new end now in sight

With her at his side, he could not be defeated, for even if he lost the fight

Together they were lifted, from their despair, and from their deep dark loneliness

Unto a realm of togetherness, yet as one, amid a sacred kind of blissfulness

Together they would build and grow, and share each the others shoulder

Together would they face the toil, the moving of lives, myriad heavy boulders

Together they would face the day, even unto the darkening of the night

Together would they rise up, rise up embraced, into the dawning light

Together face the darkness united and together, laid a grave for fright

Their Love for each other would lift them up, up into the newfound heights

                          Of the oneness of true love

                          Together at last

 

                      SO IF NEED YOU TO FIND THEM

                    THEN FIND THEM SURELY YOU WILL

                       BEYOND THE LIT HORIZON

                     IN THE CASTLE UPON THE HILL

 

                    

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                     Ach unpublished works 2001

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

WOW! I know you spoke of being young and inexperienced, but this write is full of wisdom. It has so much strength to it. Unfortunately, I think it needs a lot of editing ... editing for punctuation and editing for the elimination of unnecessary verbiage. This, to me, is where meter really lends perfection to a poem. You obviously have a passion and a hunger for poetry. The more you write, the better you will become. You have an obvious lean towards the classics, and I expect that meter will enhance your writing greatly.

Welcome to the forum. I hope you find many new friends here to provide inspiration along the way.

[Wolf_Lord]

Thank you. Young I am not, nor inexperienced. The problem is, although I am good at critiquing others, I have trouble doing my own. Lol. Wolf ,'', ^@@^ ,'',

[SmittyJas]

Very spiritual and powerful write Proof reading my own works only makes me better I am not here to criticize but to applied a better reel this Story is a blessing to true love.

[Wolf_Lord]

Thank you so much smitty... I enjoyed your writing as well. Wolf ,'', ^@@^ ,'',

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The spirit of a warrior in wisdoms ink. An Epic write, dear poet :)

[Wolf_Lord]

Thank you so much Lynn, this is one of my favorites. Wolf ,'', ^@@^ ,'',

[Mary Helda]

A phenomenal classic write...this is such an inspiring piece ,,,there is so much to learn from it as it tackles a variety of topics like love,strength,courage, togetherness etc.....Its like you took different pieces and made it into one splendid piece...so unique and shows a lot of intelligence.... I really did enjoy reading it..

[Wolf_Lord]

Thank you so much. I really appreciate your opinion. Wait until you see my Woman of Dreams and my story poems. Those are true epics. Wolf ,'', ^@@^ ,'',

[Mary Helda]

hahahaha...I am sure they are epics too. just like you say...you are welcome:-)