Life Is A Postcard

All night long
The sky has been sprinkling stars
Over the water and the windows
To make city lights bloom
And when dawn finally comes
I look at the empty sky
Where some plane pretends to be a star
Walking my spleen along the shore
Sailor without a sail
Adrift without an anchor
Marooned on a desert island
Waiting for the perfect Friday
Sandcastles are built to last
No longer than a night…
Photo and Ramblings by Hugh Ardoin