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Visionary Circle
- Visionary Circle -
Based on a dream I had on Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Just last eve I fell in weary slumber, silently.
And from the realm of dreams my soul fled,
Journeying into the realms of the visionary…
Where the world of the living meets the dead.
There, my soul took the form of a little girl…
And I wandered in green fields, feeling free!
The clouds above were white as palest pearl,
And the sky was the bluest anyone could see.
At my side was the sister I never had in life…
Who walked with me across a true paradise!
Together we were complete, free from strife,
But this was not Heaven, and I was not wise.
To a town we came, which was all in ruins…
Though inhabited by people who lived there.
It sprawled on the side of marshes and fens,
Of which I had a mind to carefully beware…
And so we ventured to a small tavern house.
Therein we sipped pomegranate juice red…
Redder than the color of my peasant blouse!
So red, that it so seemed the juice had bled.
My sister hugged me and then we changed:
I became a teenage girl, instead of a child…
As my sister, the child she was so remained.
I was older, but still my heart was very mild!
An evil-seeming man watched us as we sat,
Dark glasses obscuring his eyes that gazed…
He was old and listened well as we did chat.
His manner was vile, and he seemed dazed!
I told my sister we needed to leave at once,
And so we departed, fleeing the ruined town.
We ran back across the fields, faster thence,
Than we had walked without even a frown…
When we knew not that evil people existed.
And soon we came to a grassy hilltop stark,
Atop which a circle of ruins ever persisted…
Waiting like a watcher, for one to thus hark!
As we approached the circle of old stones…
My sister vanished and I knew a true terror.
For within that circle, I spied piles of bones,
And I knew the completeness of our error…
For on a throne of silvery rock was a being.
Human he seemed, and in form as an angel,
Beautiful and elfin, his eyes all things seeing!
He sang to me, and his song was like a bell.
Release my sister and let me go from here…
This I said to him, my voice ringing so loud!
And in my voice, I did not betray my fear…
For I faced a demon, and one fallen proud.
He then sang these words unto me, humble:
“I have not the power to keep her from you.
She waits for you, where thunders rumble…
Where the skies are eternal, and ever blue!
I have not the power to keep you prisoner.
Go forth from this place that is my domain,
And soar high, beholding your true sister…
Whose power it is to ease a person’s pain.”
And then I was lifted up into the heavens…
The hilltop seeming small and the sky large!
I heard my sister singing, with joy as stems,
From a heart given to it, some holy charge.
She was now an adult woman, as was I…
We wore gowns of purest white, gleaming.
Sibling spirits dancing across an azure sky!
This vision awaited me beyond dreaming…
We sang and danced smiling with such joy,
That I felt enchanted by the power of song.
But the skies grew dark, like the mad toy…
Of some hand seeking to do peace wrong.
My sister’s song was shrieking; mine also!
And all around us were wraithlike ghosts…
Carried so, wherever the wind might blow.
Though we would not become their hosts!
We clasped hands and were children again.
The circle was complete, our souls reborn…
Playing on green fields, knowing not of sin.
Whilst the sun beckoned the coming morn!
I heard doves and felt a sense of true ease.
Though the terrible spirits I had just beheld,
Haunted me within, for inner demons tease.
I dismissed them for now, and then I knelt,
Before she whose joy had saved my soul…
From becoming lost with the howling wind.
Her laughter was clearer than a bell’s toll…
And on that note did my dream at last end.
Based on a dream I had on Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Just last eve I fell in weary slumber, silently.
And from the realm of dreams my soul fled,
Journeying into the realms of the visionary…
Where the world of the living meets the dead.
There, my soul took the form of a little girl…
And I wandered in green fields, feeling free!
The clouds above were white as palest pearl,
And the sky was the bluest anyone could see.
At my side was the sister I never had in life…
Who walked with me across a true paradise!
Together we were complete, free from strife,
But this was not Heaven, and I was not wise.
To a town we came, which was all in ruins…
Though inhabited by people who lived there.
It sprawled on the side of marshes and fens,
Of which I had a mind to carefully beware…
And so we ventured to a small tavern house.
Therein we sipped pomegranate juice red…
Redder than the color of my peasant blouse!
So red, that it so seemed the juice had bled.
My sister hugged me and then we changed:
I became a teenage girl, instead of a child…
As my sister, the child she was so remained.
I was older, but still my heart was very mild!
An evil-seeming man watched us as we sat,
Dark glasses obscuring his eyes that gazed…
He was old and listened well as we did chat.
His manner was vile, and he seemed dazed!
I told my sister we needed to leave at once,
And so we departed, fleeing the ruined town.
We ran back across the fields, faster thence,
Than we had walked without even a frown…
When we knew not that evil people existed.
And soon we came to a grassy hilltop stark,
Atop which a circle of ruins ever persisted…
Waiting like a watcher, for one to thus hark!
As we approached the circle of old stones…
My sister vanished and I knew a true terror.
For within that circle, I spied piles of bones,
And I knew the completeness of our error…
For on a throne of silvery rock was a being.
Human he seemed, and in form as an angel,
Beautiful and elfin, his eyes all things seeing!
He sang to me, and his song was like a bell.
Release my sister and let me go from here…
This I said to him, my voice ringing so loud!
And in my voice, I did not betray my fear…
For I faced a demon, and one fallen proud.
He then sang these words unto me, humble:
“I have not the power to keep her from you.
She waits for you, where thunders rumble…
Where the skies are eternal, and ever blue!
I have not the power to keep you prisoner.
Go forth from this place that is my domain,
And soar high, beholding your true sister…
Whose power it is to ease a person’s pain.”
And then I was lifted up into the heavens…
The hilltop seeming small and the sky large!
I heard my sister singing, with joy as stems,
From a heart given to it, some holy charge.
She was now an adult woman, as was I…
We wore gowns of purest white, gleaming.
Sibling spirits dancing across an azure sky!
This vision awaited me beyond dreaming…
We sang and danced smiling with such joy,
That I felt enchanted by the power of song.
But the skies grew dark, like the mad toy…
Of some hand seeking to do peace wrong.
My sister’s song was shrieking; mine also!
And all around us were wraithlike ghosts…
Carried so, wherever the wind might blow.
Though we would not become their hosts!
We clasped hands and were children again.
The circle was complete, our souls reborn…
Playing on green fields, knowing not of sin.
Whilst the sun beckoned the coming morn!
I heard doves and felt a sense of true ease.
Though the terrible spirits I had just beheld,
Haunted me within, for inner demons tease.
I dismissed them for now, and then I knelt,
Before she whose joy had saved my soul…
From becoming lost with the howling wind.
Her laughter was clearer than a bell’s toll…
And on that note did my dream at last end.
Published 24th May 2012
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