Visions Of Light

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 turned my gaze within,

And I looked there inside

for my vision this night.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004