Sandcastles

I built a castle of dreams
of hopes
of fantasies
of unrealities
with my tired, weary, hopeful hands
I was hoping the temperament of the sea
with a cruel wave
of reality and judgment
would not wash my fragile hopes away
like a scolding parent
but to no avail
wet, mortal sand took its sacred place
so I built another castle
with all the strength I could gather
when I spotted the huge wave once more
looking me in the eye
with its fierceness and mightiness.
I stood in its path
and with great fear
it retreated
and left my castle to stand
undisturbed.