Visualization Poem by Noel Horlanda

Looking beyond on a pinnacle,
there appeared an outline, something,
transfigured into structure of concrete posts,
seeing through framed glass windows, massive doors,
beyond imagination in all splendor stood before me,
immaculately white, indescribable, perfect!
one couldn’t accept, it’s incredible, horrendous,
whispered to myself, could this be all mine? Am I that rich?
I started taking small steps, nearer, sweating cold,
French doors opened wide as I enter,
looking up inside, here, there, magnificent,
that’s all I can say...

Life beats deep in me soundless, countless,
as I explore the wonders inside, rooms like isthmus,
I hurried upstairs, steps winding in carpet, draperies,
witnessed once more indeterminable quarters without corners,
slowly now, drifted down, caressing the balusters,
I find myself outside, stared at the massive white edifice,
and declared in me this is where I live from now on, .
I turned my sight, there in another corner,
three powerful machines, black, beige and fire red,
sits on a tombolo and a uniformed chauffer leaning on,
quietly my fingers began to feel the smooth skins of each,
held the wheels, touch the music box, my spirit in the air.

On a switchback road now laughing, loud singing, you hear
the power in my hand roared, sped up to an infinite sunrise,
the vision in me opens up, the never-ending flowing fluid held,
in cupped hands wanting to terminate my euphoria,
What cause all these?

A set of numbers courtesy from a beautiful mind, my dear friend..
Visualize is the magic word, she advised. I won!