telepathboy

stare at the ocean
a soul lost in the waves
where sand-castle kings
sleep in sand-castle graves
all of their wealth
has washed out to sea
now two followers remain:
this shadow, and me.

i laugh at my shadow
who is crying alone
at memories of glass
as i cast the first stone
echoing standards
in traces of blue
but reflections can hold
nothing more than my view

just believe in me
more than just what's left
these passing glances
foal beauty's theft
and underneath
these silken lies
they offer their love
but their love is demise