Visions

Visions

The vast expanse of horizon that I am eternally entranced by

Lures me with its beauty I know must be from another world

Shapes distort, colors bleed on a pastel canvas

Ask if I'm crazy

I will reply "Can you see the future?"

For these visions spiral in a whirlwind continuously in my mind

Telling me occurrences I would rather not know

Helping me to face tomorrow by dreading it

Mostly, but by knowing it will come

I can throw worry to the horizon

Because these visions have always graced the land

And certainly always will

While revealing secrets better left untold