Night Vision

In my nightly tryst upon my bed in dreams cupids arrow takes its flight with the chilling visions in my head memories long ago with in the night Of nights where I dwell in marbled halls and ancient ornate rugs bedeck the floors and tapestries do cover all the walls and molding gilded gold upon her doors Upon the stairs in running I take flight and fear is chiseled upon my mortal bones men have entered with weapons in the night and behind I hear the screams and groans Or nights I float through homes of glass and beneath I watch the waters silvery flows overhead the clouds of copper pass and in the greenhouse fruit aplenty grows Or dwell I in a home thats not my own and out step I to see the vanishing sun a maleviolent cloud proceeds to its dome and clothed in black becomes our earthly home Or wearing robes of white I cast my crown laying prostrate with my face to ground knowing I am not worthy of the gown or the love within that I have found In vision I see the man I love and yet the book of truth unwrapped though his fit is like a glove I run as always I'm feeling strapped within the dreams is cast our loves and fears and the toil of thought we daily task entombs the memories of our years and the wine within it's earthly flask Job 7:14 & 33:14-19 Ecc. 5:3 Daniel 2:19-23 COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller