"i've lost my garden
warden lost the key behind armoire
that key was tied with the silver chord of my soul and i'm lost now
sorrowful fetid perfumes blocked from my senses by the wall and gate
the iron hate of the locked gate
ere ivy forgetfullness twines the wrought iron i shall crumble
dust to dust mixed with rust and two coins for the ferryman
sightless eyes in the dark
sockets that bleed
screams that can't be heard
and all because i lost my key"
warden lost the key behind armoire
that key was tied with the silver chord of my soul and i'm lost now
sorrowful fetid perfumes blocked from my senses by the wall and gate
the iron hate of the locked gate
ere ivy forgetfullness twines the wrought iron i shall crumble
dust to dust mixed with rust and two coins for the ferryman
sightless eyes in the dark
sockets that bleed
screams that can't be heard
and all because i lost my key"
-D
"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?"
E. A. Poe (1827)