Or (it could go) This Way

Nervous ripples dance low across the night
 Down murky misty rivers
 When exploding energy quivers
 Through your brain at the speed of light
 Walk in the shine of a mellow moon
 Where empty angels sail
 To the dead who wait beyond the veil
 And you never see them in the light of noon
 In fuzzy solitude I wait
 For a point of clarity
 Better name it fast
 It doesn't last
 But slides on past
 Like fog through a rusty gate
 Dream on through a life of dreams
 Dream those fantastic schemes
 But mind the moody atmosphere
 Where dreams and gods disappear
 A shimmering siren song in from outer space
 Vibrates high across the mind
 Over circuits not in time
 And carries me back to the ancient birthplace
 With the gravel of words I build a world
 A world that washes away
 Like sandstone in the waves
 Carried off to a distant shore for other worlds
 For flesh, for bone
 Old man dies by the sea
 Where beginnings repeat in waves endlessly
 Where life grows and death goes
 In the ebb and flow of eternity
 With eyes fixed on the ship of fate
 He sighed and slipped away like fog
 Through a rusty gate
 Dream on through a life of dreams
 Dream a thousand likely schemes
 But mind the moody atmosphere
 Where dreams and gods disappear