Where the ancient mariners sing their songs

Under a faraway sky

I dream of galleons and ships

that sailed under starry skies long ago.

The sky is the colour of pink shells

as I awaken to the  dawn of another day.

This could be the place where sea mermaids come

in  early light to dress.

It's full of magic,

you see.

Shall I trust these eyes of mine?

Or listen to my heart

 as I hear the tongues of long forgotten voices ~

singing the ancient harmonies of this land

I have fallen in love with?

Always , always ,

trust your heart.

Windows full of the ocean

and train whistles soft and low.

How quickly these sun soaked days are passing.

Never mind,

I can look toward the sea where time

stands still.

Little pieces of our lives

all wrapped up in cotton candy.

I bow my head,

and give thanks.