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Drip-Castles

When I learned how to make a drip-castle,
I felt as though I was an engineer,
Overcoming the dripping hassles
To sculpt my vision by a sandy pier.

I dug a large moat near the changing tide
To sit and collect that wet sandy goo,
Wet sand the cement to build it high,
To defend the coast under sky so blue.

I sculpted the base for the kings and queens,
Then added dripping columns stacked upon
Their wishes for the kingdom and their dreams,
Hallowed ground that spot that it now sat on.

A drip-castle is such a funny thing,
Warped towers bulging at the sides,
Strange places for princesses to sing
Then shackle away at the rising tide.

The week Jale` left I went to the shore,
The sun setting late I began the moat,
I dug until the moon told me no more
And wished for some gull and I to float.

It was as grand as the sand would allow,
Towers that stand when the kingdom has gone,
A lost world that vanished somehow,
A thief in the night, a treacherous song.

Then there was the one I built with my love
On a hazy day filled with sweating skin,
The drip-castle mentor I thought I was,
A castle of love was soon to begin.

Roots in the towers began to sink in,
And rays from the sun boiled the rest,
Founding a drip-castle love and then
A summer red glow did burn in my chest.

So children and men do drip-castle on,
The water your friend, the water your foe,
The tales of love through all the eons
Tell of the castles and where they all go.

Kyle McHale       2013

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The Keeper

The farewell light, the watch tower,
The candle keeper up so late,
The flickering thoughts, the sadness stays
When off go those but some must wait.

One day upon returning, maybe never,
The coastline torch that was left behind,
The keeping light may have changed hands
But the light still stays for those to find.

Aged old man are you the one
Who sent me off those years ago?
Are you the one who keeps the light?
Are you the one who guides my soul?

A ship amongst a lonely shore,
A night hanging low in moonlit air.
Fade away into the world then
Find light from a man with silver hair.

Tell him a tall-tale or two,
Watch the light and share his drink,
Do not forget he keeps the shore,
And as you talk, he will watch as he will think.

Kyle McHale      2012

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Fog and Smoke

On a ship in a foggy harbor,
On water I don’t wish to bother,
I steer a certain path to take,
Unsure of this guided mistake.

I light a cigarette to burn,
With every puff I come to learn,
Just as much as the smoke that leaves
My lungs to join the fog with ease.

What things do fog and smoke discuss?
Issues of swirling smoky trust?
Or does the smoke just interfere
With foggy sounds I wish to hear?

I do not know what will happen,
Or who to refer to as captain.
He may be just my outer shell,
Or my cigarette, I just can’t tell.

He may be just my lonely mind,
Deeper thoughts of a lonely kind.
He may be in the smoky mist,
Floating fog with a spirit twist.

Who captains this ship I stand on?
What tune would be his captain’s song?
Being so lost I just might miss
My chance to learn and grow from this.

For deep within my pulsing core
I seek to search and learn much more.
I’ve been captain all along,
The fog and smoke are my song.

The ship is steered by my glowing heart,
My compass of life through the dark.
Be whole in an uncertain time,
This smoky journey is now mine.

Kyle McHale      2008

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