I rise like kingship by the sea, with fragile walls and towers free. No stone, no steel, yet shaped with care, a fleeting fortress built from air. I stand in pride, then fade away, undone by tide or child at play. A royal home that cannot last, what grand design is washed to past

i can be missed by your eyes or brushed over food one means you've overlooked but i can be sugary too

When Bo’s up front, it can be a such a drag. Every two years you’ll see, there are five on a flag. ‘Of fire’, sung the man with the all black attire. When down on one knee, it’s the gift of desire.

you can wear me on your foot but I'm also fun to ride with the help of gravity take a seat and you will glide

The result of mirrors and light A permanent portal to the past Memories tangible through touch and thought