I am mourning while time is walking on its own.
Have I built sandcastles in between?
One wave of water flowing in me.
The words no longer come with the flow.
They have hidden themselves in the depth of me.
My head above the water and all else fades.
Seeking the treasures on the bottom of the sea.
My feet are making circles in the sand.
Never to be seen.
I smile, my face in the cold breeze.
The heat of the water, freezes the heart.
That has been, divided in soul and living being.

Can I shake the universe in all its shades?
Can I stop holding it in my arms?
Can I be hold for one time?
Time walks on its own …
forever I have known.
Acceptance is a lonely road.
Let the sea pour out its tears
And mourn this moment now with me.