I’ll meet you in a distant time, beholder of my dreams.
You’ve introduced that everything is never as it seems.
Eyes that burn with fear and woe may fabricate reality,
But who and what one will believe becomes the truth eventually.
When my dreams began to die, I saw a figure eight.
Beyond, I saw a shadowed mass, on strings attached our fate.
Humbled by the overwhelming black of father Death,
I prayed for all the secrets of our world, and held my breath.
When Death decided it was time to drag me from my youth,
Divinity revealed that one’s self will hold all truth.



© 2016 D.M.V