Seventh
Sun
by Nathan Shelkey
He keeps on looking at the Seventh Sun
Shields his eyes so the rays can't burn
He can only wait and watch the 7th Sun
But nothing shows on the sun spots
So he's left with a memory burned
in his retinas
Soft brown hair caressed by his hands
If it were only true he wouldn't have to
make believe
And tell stories to himself
While the 7th sun sets, a silent sandman
sees a wandering, watering can
He picks it up and sprays himself
maybe that'll do the trick and wake him
up.
Maybe it's this job, but I'm always nodding
off.
And you try and get the sand out when it
shows up in your shoes
Or in the shower, I couldn't wash it off
if I took it for hours and hours
Is a vision good enough
Just look by don't touch
If I close my eyes
Could I imagine that much
Traveling at night
with the moon for my lamp
The traffic is dead/no one is out
'cept for ghosts overhead
When will it dawn so I can get some sleep
During the day,
it's just watchmen, waiters, lovers, vampires,
and me.
So say sweet dreams, pull the covers up
Keep the bed bugs at bay
Put blinds down, draw the curtains
Say your prayers on your knees
If I shall die before I wake
God bless grandfather and me
I never knew him when I was two
So I hope he's left with a memory
With a child on his lap, of a black leather
chair
I know it's fake but let it be a secret
please
I keep on looking for the 7th Sun
I keep on hoping for a 7th Sun
So I can lay me down to sleep.
And rest in peace.
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