An other day

On the other side,

walking atop this Spring earth

we get carried away,

some say Fall.

The light frays, either way,

shards of stars squeeze their sharp way

through black sand, latticed like a shell.

We often think of castles

in our alabaster grandeur, with adobe esteem

and admiration for the deep moat we have made.

Closer today.

The water reflects her
forbidden territories. 

Painting by Antônio Rafael Pinto Bandeira (1891) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.