I looked into the heavens tonight
seeking a vision, searching for light.
Yet silent darkness greeted my weary eyes
as storms from my past, present and future filled the skies
for there were menacing clouds from secrets past
and death turned unto dust of dreams meant to last.
Swirling madness in purest of form
Laid hold to senses burnt from years of scorn.
Quickly I turned my gaze from this tempest stare,
And opted for my light to find elsewhere.
Oh to the East on horizon low,
I sought my vision there for peace to bestow.
Oh to East on gentle rolling plain,
far, far away from this encroaching pain.
Yet, mountains of misery hindered my sight,
as I in humility searched for my vision of light.
With not another way in which to turn,
I forced my gaze within,
And there I looked inside
for my vision this night.
J. Allen Wilson © (three) 2006