Visionary

Tears burn and stream down my face brushing them back, weeping in prayer God please someone to love me for the rest of my life That angelic voice beholding a name Echoes in my memory yet which one Surely not him for true love never hurts a vivid vision some years later detoxing from a psyc drug that nearly took my life I saw my hand in a vision Concentrating on my hand which had power Mental struggle as I watched the vision unfold and drastically exhausting my psyc I then saw a scene of woodland It in itself picturesque Yet something somehow beyond as I concentrated the trees in this scenic view gained vivid hues and the leaves swayed some day I will find my home on Earth and who could hold it against the next man for bearing the name John