Relax
I will all be over soon
Comfort yourself
With thoughts of home
Wrap up in the blanket
of false hope
your toes will be warm soon
I am toasting
the marshmallows of need
Give me some more
Fire
Give me some more
Ashes
I want
Dust
I want to sculpt an new future
from the red clay of the past
Only to watch it crumble
Relentlessly giving way to
times ever grinding gears
of slow destruction
And build again
sandcastle up sandcastledown
all mandelas begin where they end
at the start

S

My thanks..