This love is a castle with old cracked walls, dark and covered
in climbing ivy, with beds of silk and walls of glossy paper.
All windows face south viewing the sparkling sea, while smoothened waves daily dive
after sunken dreams hiding in the deep darkness like pearls.
Broken time spreads like a network over us, putting us in the eye of the storm
until the wind turns to try to sink our castle again.
Vapid shades of gray disolve in the color giving back the life to suffocating buds
suspended in the crackling air that shapes our castle at dawn.
100 words, memyselfandela, 2013