Sand Castles

Tiny 

Sandy toes

Nobody knows

Anonymous

Frozen tips

Numb nerves

Test and tickle

The soft smooth foam

Taunt and trick the cold withdrawing sea

Until the thunderous, curling waves come again

And crash close upon small fleeting heels

That break into a frenzied run

All in a mad little rush

Innocent fun

Deft little 

Gritty finger tips

Digging frantic moats

 Moist, mighty bulwarks

And forming 

Tall fragile towers 

All built to withstand

The inevitable onslaught

Of a creeping tide 

Children of the sun

Play upon the shore

All day long

Momentary lives

Lost in dreams and fun

Sun drops

Splashing in the sand

Ancient ocean

Slumbers restlessly

Harboring mysterious monsters

Primordial Homeric beasts

Gliding ethereally

In the depths of the sea

Its waves rolling endlessly

Without limit

Upon a round world

Everywhere its boundary

To the land

As the waves crash

And role gently upon the shore

We are offspring of the sea

And what bones

 And treasures it does hold

And all the bold mariners' tales

That could be told

And the ghosts upon

Their fog-bound ships

That glide lost

Through stormy, mysterious seas

In dead unknown 

Kelp bound latitudes

We raise in part of a day

Castles made but of sand

With slippery feet of squishy clay

Cold pressed upon the land

And the mighty age-less sea

In due time

Reclaims all his own

Inevitably

He can afford to slumber again

And bide his time

Patiently