This odd piece of graffiti was photographed by Paul Militaru and inspired this short poem.
Dreams we keep in castles,
castle’s keep, a case of stone and casements,
live a time of timeless sleeps.
High and dry, no tide will sweep
except the high tide that figures in no almanac,
the green relentless tide that takes us unawares.
I sleep, dreamless now,
for the tide has risen,
the time of breaking comes,
the flood breaks in breakers,
sweeping stone and piercing casements
with its pitiless green waves.