Here is a poem I wrote a few years ago. For some reason, I find it easier to share paintings than poems. Anyway here it goes:SAND CASTLES AT SUNSET
If time walks with me, dare I slow my pace?
I watch the menacing waves.
I will not plead with them.
They will not spare me.
I string the walls with
Mother-of-pearl, and lilac, and purple shells.
The sun ripens, and the tide...
I will not plead with them.
They will not spare.
Last night my mind ran through your hair.
I touched your lips and kissed your eyes.
They haunt me. They will not let me go!
I will not plead with them.
They will not!
What happens when this castle falls?
How sad that day will be:
Sand through your fingers. But
I will not plead with them.
They will
Look radiant--palms stretched in the sand.
I long to hold you again.
My hands tremble. They are so afraid.
I will not plead with them.
They
Have swept down your back and
Lingered on your velvet skin.
They will not spare me.
Zan Barrage