We built sand castles
and around us children
walls of old fortresses
were tumbling down.

But the sand held on
to dreams and truths
till we let go the grains.
Till we watched sand be smoke.

Around us grown up lies won over,
dark clouds emerged and
later from the sea
a cold mist came to chase us home.

All was gone now,
but the sun could still be felt
in the palms of our hands.
In the depth of the moment.

Comments on: "Strand" (9)

  1. and now,
    that moment is timeless,
    and the warmth of that sun
    will be felt eternally
    because of your words.

  2. I love the stillness in your words! Amazing poem, reminded me of this:

  3. bitter sweet and deeply touching Ina – thank you for your poetry…

  4. Beautiful … one to really savor, Ina. XO ā™„

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