running with the waves like wild horess of the sea
tread atop the undertow
or fall beneath her feet
enamored by the flecks of gold that dance atop her skin
i follow like the piper
lost and found her wryful grin
like a playful child i am washed up by the waves
water slipping off my skin
getting lapped up by the fray
my body quivers as i watch the castles shifting in the clouds
i build my life upon the sand
amidst the crashing sounds
pale and shovel in hand
ignorance lives out this child's dream
the tide comes in
engulfs my world
my pain is washed back to the sea
so tired i tread
i try to keep my head above the murky blue
slowly slip beneath the surface
drift to death
a life
anew
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