A lost Banjo on a beach on Tean, a desert island where foot prints don’t fade and mermaids tails leave trails in the hot white sand. There that special beach just beyond time, no one can reach and footprints never fade, the sea washes over like flickering bat like wings and shafts of golden light, dancing egrets at the tides silver edge, blue rushes in over blue, the misty ocean carrying glistening riders as the sun settles, heading for Africa, that  beach, beyond time, just out of reach, who's footprints go where mermaids play on rusty banjos.