~Benjamin Franklin
Because maybe I'm not so sure anymore.
I was told in the dreams of the few
And was tossed from this world onto the floor of something more.
So what of it that I had a sight?
I saw the pearly gates of the sweet hereafter
Open after the caves of nevermore.
For 'twas a dream and nothing more.
But as the crow caws
And as the robin sings
I still can't see the reason,
In having such a dream.
In bed I toss and turn
And recall the fearsome nigh.
I lie awake and know
Some will stay and some will go.
But what scares me most
Is what they'll say
If I decide to break my silence
And warn of that fateful day.
May be the most beautiful setting on earth.
It overwhelms my heart with passion
To see raindrops like tears roll down
Her face into an open-mouthed smile
While streaks of charcoal mascara flow
Into heavenly dust
Beneath her sparkling eyes.
She's singing in the rain,
And breaking my heart all over again...
Are two mirages came un-cue
A simple flame, a dust of rut
Has kept me taught
Yet full of fraught.
So do I need
Debauchery?
A touch of truth
That has no sound.
So twist of fate have you no soul?
You're the one
That keeps me strong?
Are you real or do you pass
Like grains of sand
On the ocean's sash.
Take the least scavenger
Lurking 'round the ghastly gallows
For the new scent.
I am the cool collected eyes
Of the pickpocket
Under the breath
Of the unexpected.