Sands so soft and salty air
Breezes to cool the brazen days
So slow, so sure, to see, to dare
My thoughts gently turn away
To play upon the summer shore
In waves breaking into white
And turn to days that are no more
Than whispers on a moonlit night;
And when the gulls on winds arise,
To soar above the land and sea,
My heart grows wings again to fly
In song of ancient reverie.
To turn again from all despair
As we in younger days divined
Life’s promise winged in sheer delight,
To dance upon the sands sublime.
©1969/2019
