There’s
this man that comes and the night he dons
While you
nod your head in his arms you rest
For the
grains he sprinkles let bygones be bygones
While some
lights twinkle for lack of morn
In the
paleness he opens up your chest
Now this
may sound grave but he wipes your slate
With the
changing of the tides so changes the light
Heavy from
the day the sandman alleviates the weight
Polishes
and planishes your armor to ready you for fight
All your
dragons he slays, the sand in your eyes stays
the sandman
murders, oh how he makes sure nothing stays
but the
residue of victory and sand to build anew
Come
daybreak and morning dew, he sits still on the windowsill
He knows
still, and forever will, the sticks and stones they threw
Nightmares
he tames for carriages and marriages in castles in the sky
As you
slowly wake, peek between battlements and shutters before your eyes
The sandman
murders and slays to reinstate clean night black slates
That’s what
nights are for but the casualties have left and so has he
Come
daybreak and morning dew, he takes flight like dust in the wind that blew
So as you
rise from his arms, don’t lament but concentrate, contemplate in
unbridled reverie.
Face days full
of sticks and stones but the bones at night takes he
