This shore was new once, the adventures like the dunes- gone.
What heights were reached, the word 'impossible' was never known
What great shadows were cast by those shifting possibilities
The dunes like dreams were made of momentary wishful things
Energy spent from a seemingly endless pool, fed by a joyful spring
With immortal vitality and legs flush and fed by youth's crimson engine
We did climb those countless mounds and grew golden in the sun
Our carefree hearts could never imagine, this time of long shadows