Coney Island

CONEY ISLAND

What is it Coney Island

the color blue of your eyes

or the scarlet red of your lips?

Stolen dreams in the sand

what a bitter surprise

the moon disappeared in a sudden eclipse

Oh Coney Island

you blew away from me

with a warm summer breeze

You left in the summer

gone in a sway

a distant memory of a thunder storm

Sometimes I wonder 

why you went away

was it time to go or the wind too strong?

Coney Island

you blew away from me

with a warm summer breeze