Thursday, November 4, 2021

In Portugal

Our faces in the sun, our feet in the sand
When the water washes over our toes
I get a feeling no one else knows
Am I in a dream or am I living it
There are castles on the shore
In Portugal

Can I be beautiful to you
Like a castle in Portugal
Can I protect those who put trust in me
Like a castle in Portugal

The day is planned at our demand
We see stones formed all around us
A thousand years stacked above us
The walls smirk at our planned days
There are castles in the sky
In Portugal

I am forever growing old
Like a castle in Portugal
Will my words last a thousand years
Like a castle in Portugal

We plant our legs into the rapids
Among slippery polished stones
Feel the weight of our old bones
Like humanity crumbling down through time
There are castles in the rivers
In Portugal

Will I one day be remembered
Like a castle in Portugal
Can my memories be forgotten
Like a castle in Portugal

We find them to be a mirror
They reflect our deep emotions
Rising above the surface of the oceans
Defensive outposts where we dwell
There are castles in the sea
In Portugal

Will I bring honor to my family
Like a castle in Portugal
I will rise above in glory
Like a castle in Portugal

by Royce Waxenfelter
11/4/21

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