Acrostic of At The Beach

A sand castle graces pure hearts so fair.
T rue love embracing esteemed ones with care.

T umbling waves produce a frothy hiss.
H ere in this castle lies a lonely Princess,
E ternally accepting darkness with a kiss.

B urnt shoulders scorched like grains of dry wheat,
E ven in our minds we cannot be beat.
A wake, Father Sun, full of honest conceit.
C ome to this sacred land filled with your heat.
H eaven is calling for you to retreat.