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
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