Golden Throne

The sun reappears upon the horizon each day

Fish dive underneath the roaring waves above

People turn off their rumbling boats

Mooring them in the bay, ready to dive into the depths below

The striped lighthouse is like a guardian

Keeping watch over the bay

Turkeys scavenge for food among the brush 

Pesky seagulls fight for a meal off the scorching sand

Starfish wait patiently for their saviour

To throw them back into the cool water 

The boats float on the glistening blue wonder

That covers the mysteries that lie below

The shipwreck sits in eerie silence

Listening to the deafening world around it

The navy bunkers rest wearily on the sand,

Moments of the past waiting for the future

Immense dunes like golden kings lounge inshore

Lagoons surround their regal power

Shimmering in the broad daylight

I sit astride my golden throne and survey it all