House of cards

We built a house of cards

On the sandy beach, out in the wind;

Near the sea shore,

Out close to the greens, the tall tress casting,

Shades of green and grey, all around.

Putting together the pieces up one by one!

There was ample sun around,

Gusty bouts of winds,

The sun hammered down upon us,

Oft it was a blissful scene.

The house of cards came up piece by piece,

We arranged each around with careful ease,

Out in the sun, out in the wind,

Singing the summer song, we held our hands,

We laid out our dreams, one by one; card by card.

Lost in delightful reverie,

Looking into each other’s eye

Alas, how time flew us by.

We laid out the foundation,

Built up the wall, arranged the ceiling,

Tiny windows and doors,

Dotted the walls,

Letting in the sun, breeze and our dreams,

We made it all our own.

The land, the garden, the nook, the aisle,

The corners around the alcove,

The dust, the mud stains on the staircase,

Yes, it was all our pride.

Proud were we, and even strung the welcome wreath,

Just above the door, to spread the welcome cheer,

The little fish bowl adorned the chest,

That stood right beside the door.

The tabby cat, the fluffy dog, the fat mice, a fledgling bird,

All called it home.

But in daze, we forgot the make the space,

For our special keepsake.

Along came a light draft of sea breeze,

Tinged with salty seduction,

It blew the house of cards,

Right away from where it was laid on its base.

The balmy breeze wrapped up,

In a lover’s embrace,

Around the card block,

And threw helter skelter,

Everything we put together in haste,

Alas, all our dreams were unmade.

We were left scrambling off our feet,

Collecting souvenirs of the dreams we had courage to once see.

The house of cards, out in the open,

On the beach, in the sun, right beside the sea.

What remained of thee, but some mere pieces,

Lying scattered on the silicon sea,

Abandoned by the cat, bereaved by the dog, the rat and bird both gone.

Even the fish bowl is amiss, the fish retreated in haste;

The welcome wreath lay sheathed in its dusty shroud,

All glory is lost.

And we ran along to collect, treasure and save,

Those bygone moments cherished,
And placed them inside the Pandora's box. 

Where our dreams took shape; life blossomed,

Now just shadows and shards of memories created in giddy pace,

A mere card, tattered and barred around the edges,

We held clutched in our grasp.