Oyster Bay

There’s a place I once knew called Oyster Bay –
I went there one day in my mind,
feeling lost, yet somehow it found me
between somewhere and nowhere in time.

We could drift on our dreams down to Oyster Bay
where the sea paints a picture of dawn
with a palette of colours it took from the sky
and we’ll watch as a new day is born.

As the noon-tide wanes, we’ll comb the shore
sifting strands of a mermaid’s curls;
at the heart of a shiny, black-diamond,
find our destiny wrapped in a pearl.

There’s a sigh-soft breeze above Oyster Bay
where the water’s as warm as the sand is
and we’ll dive with the dolphins under the sea
till we find the lost world of Atlantis;

yet, sometimes the sea around Oyster Bay
dons a mantle of gossamer grey
and a hundred white stallions race with the wind
which coquettishly turns them to spray.

So, come – take my hand down to Oyster Bay
where the sea coyly flirts with the shore
enticing her enter his emerald embrace
lest the tide take her back once more.

When I lie in your arms above Oyster Bay
at the cove where the sand dunes are,
we’ll dip and we’ll dive with gulls as they climb
till they carry us up to our star...

to laze, side-by-side, in the after-glow
of a sun that is lingering yet, who sees
the moon changing her white robes for silver
and concedes night’s stage soon will be set.

There’s a place I once knew called Oyster Bay
where the ocean reflects heaven’s treasures,
we could straddle the moon as it sails on the sea
and come home when it’s half-past forever.