Lost

The white line breaks,

Rainbow colours fade.

The fire blades raise,

And the water needed escapes.

The castle, it breaks,

Bricks, promises and magic,

Lay scattered at daybreak.

Flowers bloom, fragrance fills the air at bay,

Strong, harsh winds blow taking the beauty away.

The black and white; darkness and light,

Never at the same time they stay.

The boat trembles,

And as always, a sail to the vacant shore fails.