Cast out Dark night
Written By Edward Storm
I first saw her years ago,
All the pretty girls in Sunday Church
That was the summertime of my mother’s cremation
A lot of dreams died that summer
and summer only lived in my dreams
And an emptiness grew and grew
So on those nights of crushing humidity
Nights of tossing sweltering turning life to death
when I couldn’t sleep I would escape
When I couldn’t sleep I did escalate the dead
Off to the South
Spain and the French Carib
The girl of my dreams and I would
Dance to Delta blues in a tongue
That I didn’t understand and
The lyrics couldn’t distract me as I detached
All night long night after night and night with her
With just her by a roaring ocean and dim oil light.
By late summer I told God for the first time in a prayer what my dream was,
I told the world what I wanted too–
Exactly her.
I didn’t yet know her smile her face her home her race
I undid the lace
On that gift dream
I exposed her perfection.
I’m a perfectionist,
So when she disappeared
It’s only natural that
I’ve never wanted another.
The emptiness was there often though,
Spain and the islands are far away,
But I needed to escape with her
And I became a lucid dream I suppose,
Of booze and tar and cocaine and funeral.
And I dreamed the same dream
For over 6,000 nights.
I began to wonder if it was lucid,
The dream walk I entered into blindfolded and very drunk,
She’s my reason for working
She is my proof of God,
She is my fairy tale ending all the time
Gin and limes lines and gin and smoke and smoke,
And I woke up to a choir of angels,
Those are the voices of her children,
More booze and drug and funeral
I’m so sick of not having her around.
Above me one night like angels my mother older sister and my one true love spoke in harmony:
Cast out dark night
Baby cast out lonely night
Cast out the restless night
Cast out nightmare night,
Baby boy so you can dream under a big silver moon.
And in my head my mother said
You picked yourself quite a dreamy girl,
Go back to Spain
Return to the island by the ocean,
Now prove to me right now that you’ll always take this fight for your dreams seriously,
That is my last dream for you,
Golden child made of big and intoxicating dream,
Treat her like the sacred memory of my voice,
And dream under the clear night skies,
A sliver of heaven for you every night,
The girl of your dreams awaits you
When you awaken from the darkness.
