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
