Dusk To Dusk: Sandcastle Days
Michael Poyntz’s poem tells of idle afternoons playing out a dream which has come true.
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We tumble
with keys at the castle door we tumble with each other
on the other side love creates a glorious hunger
Idle afternoons spent
playing out a dream
that has come true
a princess soaring with superman
the ability to leap tall dreams
Savouring the sweet taste of love
warm gentle moments on the beach
building castles in the sand
looking beyond tomorrow
love with no boundaries
Intimately sensing we are sharing love
as good as it gets
who knew that cornflakes
could taste this good
Irish
