A Treasure Abandoned - Spock's Beard

We followed the strange map of his memory

Back through the landmarks of a life

Though sometimes painful he’d remember

A world of splendor and wonders to behold

As he told his story

He was lost in the land of the angels

And the red temples in the trees

In the tempest of time was

A treasure abandoned

He spoke of those days of hope and destiny

Of dreams and the often-answered prayers

But of an age now gone forever

And though he’d never find that place again

He relives the glory

Of the garden of gods he would tell us

As we hung on every word

Of the choices he made and

A treasure abandoned

Captured by the hands of the master

Colors on the canvas of time

Painting over days ever faster

We witnessed the world

Through his ageless eyes