To: Edgar Allan Poe
Your dream is within my dreams
It is me which looks to you now
These days are so very long
I have seen all the wrong
Hope to me is returned back to me
Which is now open with the clouds
I seen in the sands - the parts
That have flown and scattered all about
The infinity that races in my heart
It dies and restarts just as the sand
I so desperately weep
when the words aren't there for me to keep
I reach for you when I need that guiding hand
So far away that you be - in another dimension in another reality
The vision I see is here with me for always
No matter what the torment is
The howl that twist and clatter
The wickedness that chit and chatter
The creeping deep so far deep tightly
From rivers of despair
My hand that holds torment fair
Away we go to that place
It is our land for now and always
Copyrighted 2009
