Cast your glance upon the gash in the sky.

Construct your senses now from this anomaly,

And allow your burdened spirit to soar free.

Tell me now, can you see the city that hides behind this seam?

And will you garner understanding to this strange dream?

For few there be that will ever truly know,

how over the centuries, this invisible crack does grow.

For ever widening is this split in the sky,

which is an open portal

to another dimension in time.

So tell me now, old man of sorrows,

What would you give for a thousand tomorrows?

Would you, your soul to me freely give,

If you thought that for eternity, you would live?

Look again to this hidden place in the eastern sky,

Do you see the chariots as they hurtle on by?

How about the maidens all dressed in white?

Would you like to lie in their arms for a thousand nights?

I know that you are partial to fine drink,

So I say unto you now, what do you think?

Behold and know, that you can have all you please.

If you would but say yes to my humble request,

This all could be yours to do with as you see best.

But we must sign our pact and sign it fast,

For this vision I give will not last.

So just sign here on the dotted line……………......................

And everything I promise, will be just fine.

What was that?

No! I am telling the truth,

why would I be lying.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004