The castle is perfect- it is a ruin
     and the wave is called back to the sea.

Refill the moat that sinks into the sand,
     the first star is out to see-

the spiralling path of an effortless wing
     take the day away.

How long can they possibly lay there
     content with clouds? They disappear.

Rush with intent, splashed from the bucket,
     the wind is getting up.

Refill the moat that sinks into the sand
     where a molten sun is soon to land.