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Drifting sands distant lands and the rhythm in my hands
Drifting sands are rhythm in my hands
This morning, like too many mornings this year, I woke up before getting enough sleep. And I’m dealing with some issues that restful, recuperative sleep would help. So, of course, I decided to wallow in my misery and make a list of all the things people better watch out for around me today. Not! No, I started thinking about some of the lullabies for kids I’ve written. And I wondered if any of them would help ME sleep. Then, Drifting Sands popped into my head.
As you listen to or read the lyrics, notice the rhythm. Every sentence in each verse has four syllables. And the chorus has a calming one-two-three, one-two-three-four-five beat. So each of those lines equals two lines of the verses. Until you get to the last line in the chorus. Then, with the word “And” that line becomes the only one with an odd number of syllables.
Rhyme and reason are vitally important to me. And the rhythm in the rhymes is too. It’s no small thing because we humans are complex designs with rhythm in our hearts. Our systems function like clockwork. Better than clockwork because they function without us even having to think about them. Except when outside forces and age and lifestyle choices affect us. But that’s another story.
As you can see, not enough sleep can get you pondering perplexities. So, I’ll just leave you with these last thoughts (and the lyrics to the song)…
Drifting Sands
Daytime flew by…
Time for shut-eye.
Night winds whisper.
Air gets crisper.
What will make you
Sleep and take you
Through this long night
Into daylight?
Drifting sands…desert dreamtime calls.
Drifting sands…sound like waterfalls.
Leave your cares in the angels’ hands,
And drift to sleep on the drifting sands.
Live oaks creaking…
Night birds peeking.
Daydreams fading.
Shadows shading.
What will guide you,
Sometimes hide you,
From harm to sleep,
Slumber so deep?
Chorus…inst…last part of 1st verse…chorus
© 2011 Tony Funderburk (July 9)
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By Tony FunderburkDrifting sands are rhythm in my hands
This morning, like too many mornings this year, I woke up before getting enough sleep. And I’m dealing with some issues that restful, recuperative sleep would help. So, of course, I decided to wallow in my misery and make a list of all the things people better watch out for around me today. Not! No, I started thinking about some of the lullabies for kids I’ve written. And I wondered if any of them would help ME sleep. Then, Drifting Sands popped into my head.
As you listen to or read the lyrics, notice the rhythm. Every sentence in each verse has four syllables. And the chorus has a calming one-two-three, one-two-three-four-five beat. So each of those lines equals two lines of the verses. Until you get to the last line in the chorus. Then, with the word “And” that line becomes the only one with an odd number of syllables.
Rhyme and reason are vitally important to me. And the rhythm in the rhymes is too. It’s no small thing because we humans are complex designs with rhythm in our hearts. Our systems function like clockwork. Better than clockwork because they function without us even having to think about them. Except when outside forces and age and lifestyle choices affect us. But that’s another story.
As you can see, not enough sleep can get you pondering perplexities. So, I’ll just leave you with these last thoughts (and the lyrics to the song)…
Drifting Sands
Daytime flew by…
Time for shut-eye.
Night winds whisper.
Air gets crisper.
What will make you
Sleep and take you
Through this long night
Into daylight?
Drifting sands…desert dreamtime calls.
Drifting sands…sound like waterfalls.
Leave your cares in the angels’ hands,
And drift to sleep on the drifting sands.
Live oaks creaking…
Night birds peeking.
Daydreams fading.
Shadows shading.
What will guide you,
Sometimes hide you,
From harm to sleep,
Slumber so deep?
Chorus…inst…last part of 1st verse…chorus
© 2011 Tony Funderburk (July 9)
Be sure to jump on the one-of-a-kind The TRUTH today and get my latest words, music, and voice delivered to your inbox instead of having to come looking for them all the time.
And share with your friends, family, and other business owners. Don’t keep this good stuff all to yourself.
Stay tuned,
Find and read my books on Amazon.com or Smashwords
The post Drifting sands distant lands and the rhythm in my hands appeared first on Tony Funderburk.