When doors appear to open wide
In houses yet unbuilt and castles lost in sea
I take my coat and rush the way the rumbling hours take their course
To long-deleted, petrified eternity
That waits and waits for me.
Those ghastly gates they close and bolts of rust are drawn
In castles deep under the sea and houses of ground plans unborn
I slash a vein to gain unruly fluid for ink
And tell of houses yet unbuilt and castles lost in sea.
Their only friends being the leaden-winged sad eternity