The Sand King

Have you noticed the leather wings
affixed to my skinny bones?
Still when I day dream
I hold to that almost reality
I thought was unwavering.
Life is long you say, and they all echo
that it is not too late
but what if it is? Not because we are set
in stone, but because that vision
on the beach was only a mirage
and you my sand king
lost to tide and wave and imagination.
I know these chiroptera appendages
are there for flight- I am afraid
of leaving you and leaving that
white beach where  we eat fire
poached fish and listen to
the cerulean brine soothing
doubts with that pacifying rhythm