Shifting

Clutched bed sheets
twisted in the mind,
fingers feeling for lovers
vaporized by the light.

Ripples flow over the skin,
tight enticing teases
of tawdry thoughts
from pebble’s tossed
upon night’s lake.

Then reaching outwards
with a desperate grasp
towards the shore
where a paradisiacal sea
brings the tides of twinkles.
They are stars from lustrous horizons
worn as reverie’s overcoat.

While trying to trace
their vibrant auras as sand castles,
a palace sparkling as the jewels
bedecked as a diadem of dreams.

The struggles comes
from shifting through the sands
to sculpt the heart with spellbound images
of sea shell songs
and mold a vision for the sunrise
one can stroll
in a beachcomber’s tranquil steps.

But learning as those grains
oft fall from the hands,
how frail are those figures
who can so easily decay
into mounds burying
what never came to life.