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