The sun has just gone down
on a truly glorious day,
the dusk has drawn a curtain
across the gold kissed bay,
the visions are all gone now
but my memories still stay,
on the deepest magic ledges
of my mind's eye.
From the dawning of the day
as I walked along the beach,
I saw the treasures of the tide
stretch as far as I could reach,
and I stored them in the only place
that had a spot for each,
on the deepest magic ledges
of my mind's eye.
The sun had risen in the sky
and made the sea a silver lane,
that reached across the waves
until it met the sandy plain,
I picture it a thousand times
in the place where it is lain,
on the deepest magic ledges
of my mind's eye.
The lighthouse blinked a last goodnight
as I made my way back home,
with haunting luminescent light
on the wavelets crowning foam,
and I locked it in my soul
and placed my never-ending poem,
on the deepest magic ledges
of my mind's eye..