It could all slip away …
Tiny grains dispersed on the wind …
Best of intentions …
Blown far and wide …
Cherish the residue …
As it clings with desperate longing …
Covering fingers …
Or clogged in your lungs …
Build a new castle …
Of pure imagination ….
From the grains that remain …
Sealed by love …
Winds have no power …
Or solemn dominion …
When hope finds its home …
In our dreams …
