Sand Castles Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Warm eyes look at the blue sea
I am the clouds of idealism
Waiting for the green spring
Flowers in the wind
A widow cries
Age is the myth of denial
I am younger than time
Your hand is snow on the rocks
Passion rises from the soul
I am passionate about eternity
My knee cannot bend to you my dear
Your love is too imprisoning

Home is far away
Our journey goes through death
Your desire for life is a teddy bear
The world comes in like a flood
Money holds back real peace
The seagulls fly in my dreams
Cellos weave mountains of hope
Every motive a corridor
Interrogation rooms
Soft facades like a mist
Seduction becomes anger
Prison guards of lust

The sea flows over sand castles