Sandcastles

Maybe like sandcastlesWe were built upTo fall apartLike a houseUpon sandWe were madeTo come crashing down. Maybe like flowersWe were beautifulFor just a seasonWe were admiredA fleeting spectacleUntil we witheredTo dust. Maybe like skydiversWe reached the cloudsJust to plunge downInto the unknownAnd even afterThe free-fallWe’d do itOnce more.