In The Heavens

What must it mean,
When i dream of a man
in another mans bed?

How can life be dealt,
but cant be told.

The love of one
held in another ones hand.

Your soft voice,
as you repeat my name.

As your hands wrap around
the grip seems to never end.

Your smell lingers
through my fingertips
as the grip of your hand falls through.

How can i hold your hand
when i have another ones to hold?

Your eyes hold sweetness
but hate.

So deep and endeering
sometimes i fear that one day it will be the end.

But you have the laughter of one,
that can make a smile appear when its needed most.

I have seen it.
I have heard it.
I have felt it.

What will be?
When will it be?


And if not this century
then i shall see you one day.

In the heavens
where the angels fly
and sunshine is real.

Where we can start over
and everything can be true,
and real.




And it will be.