The Material of Dreams

Sand and lego, Both castle makers, Two ingredients for the same soft palms.  How building castles is a child’s way Of getting lost in time. The bricks and the wet sand, One coarse and one fine, what are wonders Of architecture, medieval and yet timely. The architect who looks at the finished castle In awe….

Sand Castles

There are day reveries and rapid eye motion And there are the dreams that never sleep on you. The type that makes you search, For the idyllic, the standard set by yourself, Reachable by sweat and toil. But what do we do, when the dreams Are too tall, too steep, too costly, To our never-ending…