A.N. Bor.

Nightly Visions - Poem by A.N. Bor.

A Fire burns within the Hearth,
A Glowing warmth in growing dark.
With pen and paper, mind in flight,
I ponder worlds within the night.

I travel far, to hidden shades
Of sheltered light in forest glades.
With leaves of brown and brilliant red
In places feet have yet to tread.

I visit mountains, high and tall
That tower, sovereign, over all.
With blinding snow and gasping air
That speaks a long forgotten prayer.

I traverse endless desert sands
And frozen ice in Northern lands
And deepest oceans, black and blue
That to our eyes are out of view.

I then in darker places creep
Where only darkness waits in sleep.
To caverns, crafted out of fright,
That quencheth every life and light.

And lands of which I dare not write
I find, obscured from maker’s sight.
The places where all good things die
And leave the World to wonder why.

My pen leaves paper, I awake
From visions deep I finally break.
I slowly stand and glance outside
Into the deepening eventide.

I, silent, thank the fading fire
The light that fueled my heart’s desire:
For, with it, and a pen to write
The World I traveled, in a night.

Comments about Nightly Visions by A.N. Bor.

  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (3/5/2010 10:31:00 PM)

    Bursting with beuty and fill with a flow that is fantastic. Well done my friend. (Report) Reply

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  • (2/15/2010 11:05:00 AM)

    I love this....great imagery. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 15, 2010

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