Sandcastles - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Far… beyond, any point of gratitude
A glowing light shines over a precipice
It calls like a sea wave retracting-
Round your dirty ankles - leaving
You a beach untrodden, love imbued
It sparkles in open breathlessness…
Here once more pure. You are a child
Seeing your first ever pink starfish,
Making that first washed aside sandcastle
Here once more, nothing is ever ramshackle
Nothing is reconciled or defiled,
Pristine the world has no more hardships.
Here there are no more –
Sandcastles standing haphazardly washed aside.
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