Visions Poem by Joel Mildew
Visions
In channels of the black night
I had seen the astral beam parted
Yet visions of the breaking light
Had left me tenderhearted
But what is a vision
Of views belonging to the past
On things dashed as a collision
With love remaining aghast
But ambition remained guessing
In hope of daylight as a glance
Yet no vision came expressing
As morning remained a chance
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