Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Radiates over me like
the moon casting a
luminous gleam of light
over our bodies.

Devours my soul like
Hannibal, feasting on his
most lustful,
most passionate

****.

As our car slides
ungracefully to the beat of
the music, we ponder
about the theory
of the universe only to discover
we are a troubled, modern group of
society's psychotic teenagers.

The feeling of a black hole
fills my body
like a poison, slowly
but gracefully
                             ripping apart my soul
brain washing my mind
into the depths of eternal sorrow
                             *all because of you

Due to the graphic nature of the universe, creative expression is advised.