Happiness Along The Horizon

Some far fetched memory

Of star and sky;

A sand slant

Rising from a depth so high.

Mirrored images, though distant

Appear but a finger away;

Where a quiet is achieved

By the ever soft sway;

Suns will come and rest

Storms will come and outpour,

But fear not where I be

I stay on my golden shore.

This is my own awesome

In its most far reach

Where water meets sky

I call it the beach.