
The sound of waves
Rolling upon the beach
Receding before the next
Oncoming wave
The pebbles on the beach
A rainbow of colors
As they glistening in the sun
I had a dream
That I was walking
On a lonely beach
The sky was blue
The clouds moving on
The hills far in the distance
Covered in a dark mist
The beach stretching to infinity
I had a dream
That I was walking
On a lonely beach
The sun is settling
Over the vast waters
Of an ever moving
Lake Superior
The lowering sun is
Casting its Golding light
Upon the beach
I had a dream
That I was walking
On a lonely beach
The waves wash upon
The wet sand
Before receding
Leaving a golden pool
In its wake
The next wave appearing
And slowly receding
A pool of golden light
Remains in its path
I had a dream
That I was walking
On a lonely beach
The sun ever sinking
In the far horizon
Clouds a pink glow
With the sun’s demise
The darken sky
Turning a rich red
To be reflected
As a mirrored image
On the gently rolling
Surface of Lake Superior
I had a dream
That I was walking
On a lonely beach
Night has come
The stars beckon
In the night sky
The moon casting
A slivery Path
Upon the moving waters
The trees mere shadows
The hills dark on the horizon
The moonlit beach beckons
I had a dream
That I was walking
On a lonely beach