A sandcastle, floating on the ocean.
A path to it…door to it then opened.
Was it my imagination?
Felt some hesitation.
Little trepidation.
Mirage in a desert land,
Image on my mind and hand.
Tick-tock, the clock did rock.
Bop-pop, the bubble popped.
I entered at low tide,
The time when oceans hide.
Took a peek inside,
Seacastle’s joy and pride.
Shells and stone,
I felt alone.
Without you there,
No one to share.
My prince since when,
Six hours or ten,
Did you leave
Me to bereave?
The time came for, nigh,
The tide was so high.
My sandcastle washed away,
So here I must stay.
Leaving me behind,
Without your-resigned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem