The sandman murders

Pieter van de Sande

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