Visions and Dreams

Visions and Dreams, Georgia 2013 ©Rhonda Prince

I remember your visit.

Feels dreamlike and distant now.

It happened on an overcast day,

with the gentle hint of rain

hanging in the breeze.

I sat in a darkened room,

surrounded by doubt,

blinds drawn, thoughts

gloomy and somber,

trying to find relief.

But you slipped in my heart,

Like a skeleton treading softly,

Out of my crowded closet,

in a hushed calm,

dripping with the residue

of memory and sorrow.

In quiet and tranquil tones,

you whispered

the secrets of the

universe in my ear.

Then wrapping a magic cloak

around my shoulders

You led me into the mist.

And showed me the

messages in the clouds,

the writing on the wall,

and the dark caves and flowered fields

where one can escape

from the ceaseless onslaught

of life and fear.

You asked me to explore

 to find serenity and peace.

Yes, I know you will leave soon

And I will feel the loss.

I will probably lose my way again.

And again. But each time I

Will wait for your visit to

Bring me back to

paths to follow that

lead to silence.