Building a sandcastle on the beach,
Lulling waves gently caress the shore,
In between your toes, fine grains of sand
Night creeps in but you don’t realise
Darkness veils you eternally.
Beside you stands a kerosene lamp
Lit and burning strongly, brightening.
In your eyes, reflections flicker, but
Nothing compares to the lulling waves,
Devoted, unlike a blind child’s flame.
*A short poem because of a 10 line limit =]