Just as my worries gather they ebb-
drawn out to sea.
The decaying parts of my spirit float on it’s discordant waves.
Glittering foam catches negative thoughts,
they disappear into sand-
become the dreams and castles of children,
my sorrows transformed into well intended moats.
Sunlight bleeds into night,
the dying of a gull resonates down the alley of the beach,
water gnaws on a clumsy tower made of sand,
it draws the melancholy back to me.