The waves strike the castle walls
One after the other, crash and maul
Magnificent though the structure once was
From sand, to sand, nature's cruel norm

I am reminded of the palatial halls
Surrounded by pillars - proud, wise and tall
They knew of their eventual demise
But a future far no more than a lie

My heart blames the unfaithful grains
Feigning firmness in my hands
But, would I rather that they stayed
To one day point the mistakes my hands made

Far far away though they might be
Some other castle or the open sea
And though, they, my hands might never meet
Will forever lie on that beach of history