The bright sun reddened
In dreams embedded
My thoughts of fantasy ran
I was left alone
And my thoughts did roam
As I sat on shores of sand

I watched the sun set
While these thoughts I met
Thoughts of castles in the sky
And I sighed with dreams
Floating by it seems
And the wood thrushes cry

The waves lulled my soul
I heard a bell toll
In my imagination
I hear the sweet strings
As the music rings
My melody's creation

Pedal harps of gold
Play in those bright, bold
Sweet colours of the sunset
The violin rings
Classic music sings
I'm so glad this place I met

*~Marian~