Tudor Lodge recollection

Sand dunes slip in slowly to the sea
River reeds are rustling round and round
Harbour lights are flashing their eyes at three
Salty starfish waiting to be found
Flames are flickering fire from the sand
Waves are washing walls of waterweeds
Pebbles sifting shingle through their hands
Leave them lying there like fallen seeds
And as I stand on crystal sand
I see through younger eyes
The lights at play
They dance away
The years that gave them life
Clouds are printing patterns on the sky
The air is turning warmer as I stand
The beacon lights are fading
As the night draws to an end
Dawn is breaking light upon the sand
And as I stand on shingle sand
I see through older eyes
The games have gone
But I live on
I know they've passed me by