WhiteBlaster
02-21-2007, 10:25 PM
Eyes closed tight
In dim light
A being lay on a sheet
Made out of beet
Quietly as the soundless night
I do see a body rise to its height
Moving up in pace
Destinate to a place
Wherever it will exceed
It tricked what my eyes can see
Can it be true?
To know what is truce.
No! impossible
No one is possible
To lift in mid air
Like a hanging pear
Surprised I am
Running like a lamb
Made my confession
It's just an illusion.
In dim light
A being lay on a sheet
Made out of beet
Quietly as the soundless night
I do see a body rise to its height
Moving up in pace
Destinate to a place
Wherever it will exceed
It tricked what my eyes can see
Can it be true?
To know what is truce.
No! impossible
No one is possible
To lift in mid air
Like a hanging pear
Surprised I am
Running like a lamb
Made my confession
It's just an illusion.

