Sandcastles Arise

Hands held tight; clasped in hope; dreams from sandcastles that arise anew.

Seagulls ride on invisible currents, lifting ever higher in skies forever blue.

The rain has ceased, the winter and it gray days are laid now unto the past.

Seashells glisten now like diamonds on blissful shores to which forever last.

Soft smells entice, thus drawing the wayfarer and his heart ever nearer.

Smiles dance in the fragrant wind as visions once dulled come now clearer.

Promises, hopes and heartfelt dreams come easy on evening’s gentle tide.

With hands held tight, the wayfarer once again smiled as sandcastles anew arise.

J. Allen Wilson © 3/19/2009

FYBF