CASTLES IN THE FOG

CASTLES IN THE FOG

Life spans are brief and illusory,
Like the first morning dew on a manicured lawn,

And what lives soon dies,
In the too quiet hours of the dawn.

And each life is a monument,
Tall and proud with many rooms,
Teetering upon the fault line,
Set to tumble all too soon.

And we are all kings and queens,
Silk and satin and fancy things.
Our lives are castles,
Nestled in the hills of our every breath.
We start out strong then limp along,
Lurching slowly towards our death.

My love, you are as dazzling as a castle tower,
This love affair has been my crowning final hour.

Your body is alluring, stunning in its strength,
A mysterious castle in the mist I wish to explore at length

So lend to me a song and a rhyme,
A little of your royal time.

For kingdoms have fallen in a single day,
Their riches tossed and torn,

Often lying mangled with the coming of the morn.

Life spans are brief and illusory, sinking like a city in its smog,
And I fear losing you, in the cover of the mystic fog.

-Bruce Potts
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