Unacquainted Silhouettes

How to build sandcastles


The sand should be slightly moist,
like the remnants of the innocence
in your heart

and every touch of your hand
maneuvering between grip and tenderness,
just as those words that become
whispers in the acts of love

Do not care for the weather,
care for what you can do;
weather only loves to play

Pray for mind to imbibe endurance,
the task loses track of time
and toil; as for I can tell you
not all sandcastles are built on the beach

Some gets built in the dreams,
while others on the claimed or
unclaimed bodies of the people