Vision

Born of aborted dreams,

Never to be realized, a panorama of opportunities unseen

Vistas of challenges vision born, vision of nothing, until brought into being

In sight not in reach, vision dies at sunset, rises at dawn

Carpeted floor, curtains drawn, too early, too late

Step into threshold of day to greetings from distant lands

Sing, dance, move, speak

Radiance dispels darkness, a palette of light and shadow

Shake off the hours of sleep as nocturnals take their rest

Flowers burst open and throw kisses to beckon him

The sunflower, now his personal bodyguard, will keep watch

As he treks across the heavens,

Taking greetings to distant lands.