In my dreams, there is walking
This little sandman.
I am quiet, he is talking.
Telling me he had a plan.
I ask him, why, what do you mean,
He opens his mouth, looks down.
"If you just wanted to be, maybe a queen",
He would give me the crown.
I can ask for what I want?
"I'll give you what I need," he answers.
That's something, I think, I'm rather fond.
"Watch out", he says, "that's not all the chances."
"See the light?," he'd say,
And I would nod.
Why? What is it you delay?
"That it is not."
I frown, look at him.
"I can tell you what you hear, give you what you want, you need,
I can start off and start to sing,
but in the end I merely carry out a deed."
And the sun makes him.
Burn to ashes
Just another night with sandman,
and not just him, also stars and the moon,
I would like to see them, if I can,
but that will happen no time soon.
I look at my little friend as he takes my hand,
he wants to show me the world, if I will.
Yes, of course, on your command,
sandman smiles and says: "Stand still."
I wait and wait, but no more movement,
Sandman? I ask in slight confusion,
should I maybe have been more prudent?
Is all this, him, maybe an illusion?
But yet he stands there, as old as new,
smiling at me, as far as I can tell,
"I smile only for very few"
and I smile back, relieved – very well.
Who else, if not me, are you smiling to?
He smiles, puts his finger on his lips,
"Tonight my smile is to you, and only you."
but I wonder, wasn't he someone for kids?
Someone I wouldn't like to kiss?
When I close my eyes, I see his face,
I see his smile.
And yet, when I try to reach for his place,
it seems to have been a while.
Sandman is fumbling with pearls and cords,
I ask, what is it you are doing there?
Sandman looks up, "it's the lord's."
I am confused. Lord who? Lord where?
Sandman points on the sea,
"ir's our ocean,' he explains,
"our ocean, you and me."
You and me? Without the chains?
"Without the robes", he agrees,
I start to understands who he talks about,
He has no eyes and yet he sees,
He must be the lord, no doubt.
He nods, I am confused:
I haven't said a word.
Sandman is out of sudden amused,
"You don't need to speak to be heard."
I shrug and turn away from him,
we both see the sun draw closer,
approaching with all its sins,
Sandman, after all, knows her.
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