...And so It Ends

Give me rum

to while away

these dreadful days

And I will sing

of you

to everyone

Give me peace of mind

and give me the time o' day

till the noxious shades that hold sway

over my thoughts dissipate

Till my reason, my rhyme

find their way back, I'm blind

grinding my knuckles 'gainst the reef

Sing my blood to the ocean tide

I know

'shouldn't fall asleep in the snow

but this canvas looks so inviting

and my dreams are beckoning

I know

nothing's like it used to be

but these gnarled arms and lit barns,

minarets, mink farms

all seem so familiar to me

Could have sworn I was here

in some loveless fantasy

So give me rum

to isolate

my thoughts from the same

And we'll cruise

through these blues

on all the streets of the sea

Give me peace of mind...

I know...