Kevin Michael Bloor

Land of Dreams

Llandudno is a land of dreams

Where honeymooning glows and gleams

Beside a sea of deep delight

On magic, moonlit winter night

 

For lovers, who are young, or not

No visit there can be forgot

For solemn sounding sacred sea’s

An echo of eternity

 

And at the shrieking seagulls’ song

They’ll sigh, for love will not last long

Since life’s a wave they can’t control

A morning’s promenading stroll

 

Along a beach at dawn of day

A single splash of salt sea spray

By placid, peaceful, pensive sea

Reflecting their mortality

 

And ‘neath the ocean’s soulful sighs

The devil hides in deft disguise

To watch them board their sinking ship

Where champagne tames their tragic trip

 

Before they shed their pearly shell

As time and tide so soon will tell

When sea-god, old Poseidon, proud

Will weave for them a seaweed shroud

 

Llandudno is a land of dreams

Where lovers glow like gold that gleams

Till twilight turns and fades to grey

When Death descends like bird of prey!