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    CASTLES MADE OF SAND

    Sand

    when all the sycophants

    have departed

    their perversity satiated

    from making love in 

    castles made of sand

    i will dry your tears

    and gently take your hand

    leading you away

    from the village of the damned

     

    on the first morning 

    in the year forever

    we will watch wildflowers

    sway to the symphony

    of a summer breeze

    i will toast sublime

    a moment  captured in space and time

    drinking cactus wine

    as you perform a delicate striptease

     

    after making love 

    far away from shadows 

    that cast regret

    we will reflect

    on the fools we left behind

    praying 

    for entities

    that could never be

    losing their virginity

    in the church of  poisoned minds

     

    driving  past 

    the last gas station for miles

    but we dont care

    the cheyenne autumn sun

    burns through the haze

    of our conscious minds

    stopping  on a restless highway

    i need to find

    just where you hid your wings

    tasting your lips and tongue

    among

    my favorite things

     

    photographs of dark portals

    we once captured

    when we explored the darkness

    of depression searching for the light

    love lost 

    and forgotten legacy

    seems to lessen in intensity

    as above we listen  to those desperately

    trying to fight

    for one last room reserved 

    for one night

    hearing a lovers scream

    replaced by disrespectful reams

    of god damns

    seems the incoming tide

    washed away the castle made  of sand

     

    falling into a deep sleep

    deciding to wait 

    to make love tomorrow

    each in our own realm

    visiting gravesites

    where 3  stones were erected

    wrapped in shrouds 

    sure our souls are protected

    being visited by the very same angel

    that once visited the mother of christ

    realizing as the dawn peaks through

    our window

    our love will indeed suffice

     

    whispering  to no one 

    nothing at all matters now

    failed expectations

    and insinuations

    always  create a bitches brew

    consumating our love

    as our love begins anew

    observing the widow of disambiguation

    crying alone in a church pew

     

    bathing in a secret mineral spring

    listening  without prejudice

    as the phoenix sings

    staring off into the horizon

    as we marvel 

    watching  love spirits dance

    and to think  most thought

    we didnt stand a chance

    but the doubters remain buried

    by their own demands

    ignoring the incoming tide

    while making love 

    in castles made of sand

     

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    • 1 April 2011
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