Dreamshore
Big hands helped little hands
Fill a red plastic bucket
With all the possibilities of sea sand
Big hands rested
Little hands built
All hands clapped as a dream
Raised itself on the shore
Low windows and high balconies
To look out from
Gardens and passages to explore
But a sudden wave sifted through the grains
And the dream could be seen no more
Big hands lay limp
Little hands formed little fists
Big feet began walking away
Reluctantly little feet followed
The end of a sad sunny day
Red bucket empty
Abandoned on the sand
Ignored by beach strollers
Pecked at by gulls
Eventually blown out to sea
Red dot bobbing towards horizon blue
Tired little dreamer
Now tucked safely in bed
When finally eyes close
Castles rebuild themselves
Inside that little head
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