Take me to that place again,
where we walked until the moment when,
we stopped and rested by the sea
a private place, held just by you and me
In that place you built a tower of stone
and left it standing as though alone
A beacon that showed the way
to be the marker of that special day
Later we stood beneath the lighted trees
on a path laid out to please
We held each other in our arms
And viewed the bay and all its charms
In that place, that night
It felt that everything was right
and under those Dorset stars it felt as one
as though a great story had begun
In later days I thought back to that time
on ****** sands East of Lyme
and as we walked along that beach
I felt that all the world was in my reach
Now I wonder, was it just a dream
that I created as though to seem
a world I wanted, a world I looked to find,
as if some imagined state of mind
Sep 19, 2022
Sep 19, 2022 at 4:39 AM UTC
Take me to that place again,
where we walked until the moment when,
we stopped and rested by the sea
a private place, held just by you and me
In that place you built a tower of stone
and left it standing as though alone
A beacon that showed the way
to be the marker of that special day
Later we stood beneath the lighted trees
on a path laid out to please
We held each other in our arms
And viewed the bay and all its charms
In that place, that night
It felt that everything was right
and under those Dorset stars it felt as one
as though a great story had begun
In later days I thought back to that time
on ****** sands East of Lyme
and as we walked along that beach
I felt that all the world was in my reach
Now I wonder, was it just a dream
that I created as though to seem
a world I wanted, a world I looked to find,
as if some imagined state of mind
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