The Vision

The fire was out, the flame was gone But one small shaft of sun yet shone And that one shaft did make a hole In that dark dungeon of my soul I saw it as it broke that crust And cast into the air was dust Into that hole my hand did thrust And deep inside that hole I found The rarest treasure all around A butterfly that spoke one sound And "love" it said, then it was bound Into the air and off it went As if it were from heaven sent The wind picked up, with newfound hope My dungeon fell away to smoke I found myself then in a meadow And that was when I saw her shadow Her silhouette was beautious fair And blowing in the wind, her hair Was moving with such perfect grace It was then that I saw her face It was the most enchanting thing I'd ever seen. But then the ring Did catch my eye. On her finger there, A golden band with fiery flair. But then and there she heaved a sigh So fraught with woe, she began to cry But my dark face must have caught her eye For when she simply turned around My heart began to leap and bound And then I caught sight of her name But NO! she couldn't be the same As the other person that I knew Of that same name, could it be true? Her name was carved there in a tree So that anyone who wished to see Would simply look and know 'twas she. Her hair was darker than before But her beauty was all there. And sore Was I to see her go with wind That did begin to blow. So pinned Against a wall behind me there Forlorn with loss then I did dare To scream into the wind with pain Her one eternal lovely name