Forseen

If the future could be seen By any one or two of us , Would we lose our faith to dream Before the ones who truly must... To know where's the beginning Right before it comes to end, Would bestow upon the living Everything that death pretends... In breath before the breathing Or in beat's that's after heart, Assumed and so misleading As it tears your soul apart... But such fragile nonexistence , That would lend the gift of sight, Would deceive my own persistance That's consistent of what "might"... But I can see my future So clairvoyant as can be, Looking in my daughter eyes Staring back inside of me... Terry WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com