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.