That Spot in Every Ocean

I had seen her beauty a couple places mornings rising, evenings as it rests that spot in every ocean where the sun always looks its best. Her beauty seemed radiant it brightened my darkest room now it lives only in my memories she left me far too soon. I placed an urn on the mantle the room seemed to fade to black I wept into my only thought you are never coming back. I took her off the mantle then just before the day was done I let her drift with a westward wind now she tags along with the sun. She's found now a couple places mornings rising, evenings as it rests that spot in every ocean she was always meant to look her best.