Home of the Great South Bay will always be in my heart.

Home of the Great South Bay will always be in my heart.

The salt-spray air, the morning light,
The Great South Bay, a gilded sight.
To wake and watch the tides roll in,
Where sky and water would begin—
It was a dream, a steady grace,
The quiet magic of that place.

I hold the rhythm in my chest,
The harbor’s hum, the sun at rest.
How dearly I recall the shore,
The way the wind tapped at my door,
A constant friend, a sapphire view,
When every dawn felt crisp and new.

But time has turned the tide away,
The mirror breaks, the colors gray.
I reach for scenes that used to be,
The waking glow, the open sea,
But shadows drift where sunlight shone—
The reality I loved is gone.

Yet though the distance grows so wide,
And pulls me from that receding tide,
The Great South Bay remains my part,
The anchor deep within my heart.
A ghost of home, a sacred light,
That burns within me every night.