And there I was so long ago
building castles in the sand;
waiting for my prince to come
and claim my ivory hand.
I waited in the sunshine
and many a man arrived,
but true love and contentment
in me had never thrived.
Through many golden tales,
and times of good and bad,
I felt alone; imprisoned;
in those loves that kept me sad.
My dreams were filled with faceless men
who shattered life and love.
Yet still I sifted sand and surf
with a faith from up above.
I watched my children play their games.
I watched those men play theirs.
I cleaned and cooked and entertained,
and handled their affairs.
When at last I sat in silence,
my castle filled with rain,
I looked away in quiet thought
and hoped to ease my pain.
I felt the need to touch the sky
atop my castle wall,
I'd always dreamed of life in love
and held on to wanting all.
And on a whim of wonder,
I turned a golden page;
and read of knights and thunder,
and the romance they would wage.
A tale that proved quite worthy
of my castle in the sand
and there I stood just smiling
as he grasped my ivory hand. |
