Visions.
I had a vision just last night;
You were walking towards the misty lake,
And in my vision you were sleep-walking,
And to wake you up, would be a grave mistake.
When you reached the waterside,
You knelt and stared so deep,
And rising from the misty water,
Came the secrets that you keep.
I saw you in a cloud;
You were holding someone's hand,
And you whispered in this strangers ear,
Words I could not understand.
Then the cloud began to blow away,
Though the air was very still,
And in my vision, I followed you,
Though it was against my will.
I was made to go and witness,
Through my sadness and my tears,
All the secrets you had gathered,
With the passing of the years.
Then the vision started fading;
The room coming back in view,
As as you turned to look at me,
I prayed it was not you.
©Ambrose Harte
©Scattered Thoughts
