Sandcastles.

In your shores, I found myself washed,
Sweet soft serenade of tender waves crash,
And, while the moon sings a lullaby so sweet,
My toes tingle, familiar sand beneath my feet.

Illusions of control, every trace left in me,
Blindedly bound, bottled up and sent to the sea.
Resisting is futile, considers nobody's sake
Strong is the urge to swim in this perfect mistake.

Deep breath is constant, borrowed time ticking,
Images of a fragile tomorrow is fleeting.
But even if there is no promise of forever
Tonight, under indigo skies, I surrender.