Ocean Tone - Recurring Dream
Recurring Dream


i have the same dream every night

a building twenty stories high

glass doors, glass floors

a view that rolls on oceans wide


the winds approach like a dawn parade

raising the long grass, rattling waves

i see the sun set rise set rise

from the inside... from inside


i have the keys to a hundred locks

labeled in Braille... little raised dots

i have the keys to a hundred locks

labeled in Braille... little raised dots





Words by David Delmar. ©2010



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