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
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