Driving along the shore at night
The water black with a rippling sheen
In the street lamp’s light
A few young skateboarders scattered
About the sidewalk of the seawall
Their long hair fans out behind them
In the soft breeze of midnight
Driving onward to the freeway
And longing for home and bed
The blackness of sleep with rippling dreams
Of the surf and shore in the sun
When as a child I played and knew nothing
But joy in the sand bucket castles I made
And the blackness of sleep an enemy
Instead of the friend it became
As I grew and was well schooled
In lessons of so much and many lost
And now what comfort it is to drown
In this black sea of sleep

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