The waves they wash my castle away…. the caved ruins 

I stand by the waves that come and go…my feet dry no more

Whimsical in their yearnings for me and the shore..

And I sit down to build the castle again ..knowing the ruins

For the momentous happiness defeats the disappointment of the dry shore

Truant joy..!

Protest your second nature

The birds they tweet aloud, almost in protest this morning..

The steadfast trees they sway their branches.. vehement No..

They all ask in their own silent ways, this morning…

Asking you to remember ..for she does not come second.. this or any morning! No!