Visions

The sweet scent,

of white lilies,

mixed with briny tears,

brings me back,

from the future,

through all the years.

I remember now, 

all those silly,

helplessly inevitable fears.

I can still see,

the ugly reflection

of myself in a maze mirrors.

I know of the disease,

that killed millions,

because there wasn't cures.

All the lovely ladies,

and humble gentleman,

plus all the good-hearted dears,

all clock-work, 

but someone stuck

a stick in the winding gears.

The screams of pain,

the cries of anguish,

being all ones ear hears.

The quick flash,

of flickering life,

as a painful death nears.

But suddenly, 

after your gone,

a flame of life peers,

through the darkness, 

into your heart,

and the world around you disappears.

You realize then,

it was all a dream,

and there's happiness to your tears.