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SANDMAN'S CASTLE
EVERY NIGHT WHEN I GO TO SLEEP
I DREAM ABOUT AN EMPTY BEACH
THE SURF GOES OUT, THEN IN AGAIN
OVER AND OVER WITHOUT END
I SLOWLY WALK ALONG THE STRAND
UNTIL AT LAST I SEE A MAN
WHO WEARS A CLOAK OF STARS AND MOONS
AND KNEELS BEFORE SOME SANDY RUINS
HE TAKES A PAIL OF PAINTED TIN
AND GENTLY TAPS THE BOTTOM END
TO MAKE A SMALL TRUNCATED CONE
AND WORKS IT WITH A RUBBER COMB
TO FORM SOME SORT OF TOWER'S BASE
IT'S ONE OF MANY, IN A MAZE
OF TURRETS, AND ODD MINARETS
WHOSE DOMES RESEMBLE HUMAN HEADS
AND AS I STARE, I REALIZE
THE FACES ARE OF THOSE WHO'VE DIED;
OF FRIENDS AND LOVED ONES THAT THIS MAN
HAS FASHIONED FROM THIS CRUMBLING SAND
AND SOON ENOUGH, ALL THIS IS RAZED
BY ACTIONS OF THE LAPPING WAVES
AND AFTER ALL IS TRULY GONE
I AWAKE, AND WITH A YAWN
I THINK ABOUT THE COMING TIDES
AND RUB THE SAND FROM BOTH MY EYES
So the other week another friend of mine died. He had the antique shop a block south of mine and I had known him since we'd moved to San Diego county.
He was a very talented musician and we'd written many songs together. He also had the same warped since of humor which is really something quite rare to find.
This was originally going to be song lyrics but I wound up going in another direction. I wrote this in my head while walking my basenji the last three mornings.
It would have gone much more quickly but for some reason I decided to use slant rhyme...which is a b*tch!
EVERY NIGHT WHEN I GO TO SLEEP
I DREAM ABOUT AN EMPTY BEACH
THE SURF GOES OUT, THEN IN AGAIN
OVER AND OVER WITHOUT END
I SLOWLY WALK ALONG THE STRAND
UNTIL AT LAST I SEE A MAN
WHO WEARS A CLOAK OF STARS AND MOONS
AND KNEELS BEFORE SOME SANDY RUINS
HE TAKES A PAIL OF PAINTED TIN
AND GENTLY TAPS THE BOTTOM END
TO MAKE A SMALL TRUNCATED CONE
AND WORKS IT WITH A RUBBER COMB
TO FORM SOME SORT OF TOWER'S BASE
IT'S ONE OF MANY, IN A MAZE
OF TURRETS, AND ODD MINARETS
WHOSE DOMES RESEMBLE HUMAN HEADS
AND AS I STARE, I REALIZE
THE FACES ARE OF THOSE WHO'VE DIED;
OF FRIENDS AND LOVED ONES THAT THIS MAN
HAS FASHIONED FROM THIS CRUMBLING SAND
AND SOON ENOUGH, ALL THIS IS RAZED
BY ACTIONS OF THE LAPPING WAVES
AND AFTER ALL IS TRULY GONE
I AWAKE, AND WITH A YAWN
I THINK ABOUT THE COMING TIDES
AND RUB THE SAND FROM BOTH MY EYES
So the other week another friend of mine died. He had the antique shop a block south of mine and I had known him since we'd moved to San Diego county.
He was a very talented musician and we'd written many songs together. He also had the same warped since of humor which is really something quite rare to find.
This was originally going to be song lyrics but I wound up going in another direction. I wrote this in my head while walking my basenji the last three mornings.
It would have gone much more quickly but for some reason I decided to use slant rhyme...which is a b*tch!
