Paradise Cove

Long ago the moon glowed In hues of blue, and the wind Whispered in innocent sighs As flowers bloomed in chameleon fields Across the way from Paradise Cove. The swells rolled in, salty-sweet With a sandy carpet where my Feet tread lightly on Emerald leaves and jeweled shells, As I breathed in the briny air. Gentle rains tapped on the chapel As we knelt to pray, while the church bell chimed lofty tunes into the breeze, Brushing the clouds where the notes Would pause, then sway over copen hills. Though my youth has faded into years, I can still hear the hymns we sang. Somewhere they are sleeping, Somewhere they lay their heads to rest In the lap of Paradise Cove.