Surf's Up

A diamond necklace played the pawn.

Hand in hand, some drummed along

To a handsome mannered baton.

A blind class aristocracy.

Back through the opera glass you see

The pit and the pendulum drawn.

Columnated ruins domino!

Canvas the town and brush the back-drop.

Are you sleeping?

Hung velvet over taking me.

Dim chandelier awaken me.

To a song dissolved in the dawn.

The music hall, a costly bow.

The must all is lost for now,

To a muted trumpeter swan.

Columnated ruins domino!

Canvas the town and brush the back-drop.

Are you sleeping? Brother John?

Dove nested towers,

The hour was strike the street, quicksilver moon.

Carriage across the fog-two-step to

Lampight cellar tune.

The laughs come hard

In Auld Lang Syne.

The glass was raised, the fired-roast.

The fullness of the wine.

A dim last toasting.

While at Port, adieu or die.

A choke of grief, heart-hardened eye,

Beyond belief, a broken man too tough to cry.

Surf's Up! Aboard a tidal wave.

Come about hard and join the young

And often spring you gave.

I heard the word.

Wonderful thing!

A children's song.

A children's song, have you listened as they play?

Their song is love and the children know the way.