The Glass of Days

it is addressed thusly:
Drink deep.

it reads:
Each castle built of sand
    and of dust and dreams
Must go again to them,
    and the sky's listless gaze
Sees ruin to their lofty stand,
    but all is not as it seems
For each time and again
    held full the glass of days.

1 comment:

  1. Yet again, how synchronistic of you to make mention of sand castles. Just this morning, I wrote an entry that involved sand castles!

    Here it is copied verbatim:

    Lord, I thoroughly enjoyed the thunderstorm you sent last night. Like sand, love slips through our fingers. How we must gather it in anew each day. How many handfuls of sand before it becomes a castle?


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