Shrine

As you traverse across the highlands,
and athwart the grassy fields,
there's a wide blue sparkling sea,

'Neath its calm waters,
and a spectral coral reef,
there's a cave of fantasy,

Wade forth within its walls,
through the boulevard of reverie,
there sits a chimerical ivory shell,

It is within it's confines,
that my stricken self escapes each night,
I fondly call it my shrine.......

(c) S.S