On the shore of ocean with wind and trees,
With a love from childhood’s dreams remembered.
In the dawn, a path of rose-red light.
Is it a place I see or the sparkle of Camelot?
I have known these grains of sand,
I have seen their gleams before.
They are the fiery stars within the earth–
The secret talismans of a future time.
These seeds of glory, these crystal promises,
They light the path at the morning hour.
Near the ocean with wind and trees,
With a love from childhood’s dreams remembered–
It is not a place I see,
But eternity along a path of light.
Mystic Muse 