A Forgotten Shore

by: Surreal as Sunlight

Maybe this sand castle
will reach me again
Teach me why
This all began

But the tide creeps up
it comes the furthest
when you never expect it

The daunting hands of the water
Haunting memories from your father
Grabbing every meaningful grain
We so miserably tried to save

Tiny rocks and glass
Massed to the top
Sink so fast
Through the holes they drop

And every memory
has fallen through this sieve
And they combine
to make this beach.