who builds sand castles
so patiently -so carefully-so thoughtfully
only to look over my shoulder at day's end
while waves crash into shore
crushing my creations...and my dreams...
Sighing, I know I must begin again
when the air is warm-the day is long
'n I have time to tend to my creativity
Seems to be the cycle-build-destroy-rebuild
And I remain like a peice of driftwood
being tossed about by a turbulence
stronger than I will ever be
Knowing,too,control doesn't give me power
anymore than power gives me control...
Amid chaos, I cling to the blind faith
of a child believin in second chances and
Faith in the fact-the sun will rise again
and dreams can be re-invented...
like my soul has been-time and time...again.
Copyright ©2003 Lisa A Lind
