King Neptune

the ocean swallowed the moon and the years have taken you somewhere we cannot follow. The bar still shines from your sleeve. i hear your voice in my dreams, like distant laughter from another world. you dressed like King Neptune in the Mermaid Parade through the streets of Coney Island. With your legendary charm and a girl on your arm and your heart forever in the Highlands. I see your impish grin and that sadness in your eyes like some mad drunken biker maestro. Your demons were famous how they danced up a storm. But your angels were always so much more. People speak your name and all have a story. I hear them everywhere I travel to. Of song and laughter and the nights reckless glory and how you touched them in ways you never knew. Cats wail in the alley, horses kick in the stall for a music so wild and full of woe. That fiddle you played how it cut across the soul, cried like an angel band, and glowed like burning coal. Now it’s night in that land off the dark island where all lost boys go to sleep. Rest you weary head on the ocean’s royal bed. Though the waves leap, soft shall you sleep.