The light slipped from the tower

Like molten glass sliding from the stars
And the ship rocked on the waves
Crashing in the night against the rock
Foam glinting in the light from the lighthouse
Somewhere many miles away I woke up
And wondered how far it was before the rose sunset
Turned into the dawnlight of the time
Clocks ticking like grandfather pianos
Cascading in their rhythms with rippling keys
Silent spring heads into yesteryear
Where the dew soaks the feet in the early morning
The will of the wisp floats through the mist and all you can do is run
The past was past
And I was trying to control the sun
Sometimes the steps of quiet cast their ways upon the sky
With rain drizzling onto the deer
As they make their way through the woods
And I was sleeping
And I was sleeping
And I was sleeping
And it felt good