Dancing In the Sandpipers Ruins.

The walls have fallen and the grounds overgrown, If you’d never been here you might never have known, The stair that lead nowhere from the cracked ocean deck, With the waves of the hurricane slowly it’s swept, The light from her windows once lit up the Atlantic, From all over they came for that weekend romantic, To take long evening walks on a moon water beach, While the laughter spills out and the music would reach, Stirred in with the breeze creating crisp melodic sound, In the flash of an instant discover paradise found, For here moments were shared and each one becomes, The memories of time in which we’re forever young, A place to rekindle that once adolescent desire, Here the poets retreated to compose and inspire, Now these few crumbling walls are all that remain, From a night of disaster that devoured in flame, Now the patrons return their memories cupped in hand, Hearing ballads of wave from the sea’s ethereal band, I saw them closing their eyes once again hearing those tunes, Traveling back to their youth…as they dance in the ruins