Vision Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

Imagine all, for once, you dearly hold,
Hath been right there, but you were partly blind,
Or maybe caught 'tween heart and head, confined;
How strange to sense some warmth amidst such cold!
You know, like I, how ardor's oft extolled;
Why can't we help but be towards it inclined?
I wonder how with all we've left behind:
We still have faith in what doth fortune fold!
A constant blunder but becomes a choice,
With disregarding when it all went bad,
Whilst you still sink some scars oh from the strife:
To take a chance to just anew rejoice;
And sad, I wonder why I never had:
Vision, not once, alas, in my dull life!