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.
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