Sand Castles

Warm eyes look at the blue sea
I am the clouds of idealism
Waiting for the green spring
Flowers in the wind
A widow cries
Age is the myth of denial
I am younger than time
Your hand is snow on the rocks
Passion rises from the soul
I am passionate about eternity
My knee cannot bend to you my dear
Your love is too imprisoning

Home is far away
Our journey goes through death
Your desire for life is a teddy bear
The world comes in like a flood
Money holds back real peace
The seagulls fly in my dreams
Cellos weave mountains of hope
Every motive a corridor
Interrogation rooms
Soft facades like a mist
Seduction becomes anger
Prison guards of lust

The sea flows over sand castles

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I am a documentary film maker and I write the majority of the music for my films. I have my own band and recording and audio-video studio in my home. Much of my music is used in my films. Three of my films are in stores as Dvd's. I also am a poetI am here to meet artists, poets and other musicians as well as other Christians.
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The sea flows over sand castles!! I chuckled i nearly missed that gem, yes the sea will be around long after we are gone giving a new slate each tide.


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