Skip to Content Skip to Navigation

Dale Inskeep: Music


(Dale Inskeep)
May, 2008

Rising, Rising, up to high
The water starts to flow on by
Steady now, but not too fast
How long is it

In then out, it can’t stay still
The shoreline’s edge is at its will
Too high sometimes, too low won’t come
It happens under light...or sun.....

Soon the water starts to fall
The drying sand begins to call
They show themselves, grain by grain
Something like a westbound...train.


A boat to take me out to sea
is what you’re gonna hear from me
Will it bring me back again
Or leave me there to


I don’t know, Truth or lie
Or how much time is flowing by
Water’s what I need to fill
Or blitz me with that old...shine....still.