Of Timeless Mounds And Never Built Castles Poem by Winston Lu1

I had driven past mounds
Sped through the crossroads of desert paths
With sands of time pressed gently
Against my tinted glassed visor.
The course of providence never found
Will the impressions of footprints
Vanish from those mirrored reflections?

Once and again the engine seems stalled
Hindered, while the door had been opened
It remains locked with the throbbing beat
Of my aching toes pressed on worn pedal

Longing to walk sands regularly driven past
As far to look at mounds and spy out castles
Those kingdoms snared within contemplation
Of passing thoughts tramping upon timeworn sands
Grains firmly pressed beneath my toes

Look back to paths never meant my own
Washed along those soft curved waves
Curling softly down to golden strands
That never intertwined my own
Draped upon graceful sloped arches

Aloof and dumb I imagine
Myself in castles that fell to sands of time

The visor kept down not for unease of forward sight
But for desire to glimpse on mirrored reflections
Clinging to glimmers of time washed possibilities
The hand shaped castles left non-predestined
While sands of time pressed on by.