Visions in the Dark
Photo by Jose Urbano
Have you ever watched the morning grow
From total darkness, no light to show
The bare outlines, which are around
that slowly merge into profound
Shapes and forms, no details yet,
just subtle hints that you regret
not having them remain?
I like to let imagination grow
Before the light begins to show
The forms and shapes as real and true
While some would say, ‘I wish I knew’
Yet I will let envision play
‘What could it be?’ I’m glad to say,
Not knowing is the fun.
Creating things in the mind
From forms that could be any kind
Of creatures great or small or scary,
Something safe or to be wary
Of these things I cannot see
What will they turn out to be?
The excitement wakes me up.
These questions give the heart a trill
To let the mind run at will.
To finally see what’s really there,
As daylight creeps around with care,
Getting brighter, clearer every minute,
I’m not sure I want to stay in it;
For I prefer the fun.
But when morning finally does break free
From the glow, deep shadows see
What stays hidden deep within
From imagination’s lonely kin
Can’t come forth to show its face
You’ll never be able to retrace
The footprint of your mind
As memory will neglect to show
All that you thought you’d know
Of what seemed really very real,
Which Sun has taken on appeal
To give you back the mere conclusion
That all you saw was just an illusion
Of an abstract spiritual world.
Next morn, I think I will rise again
Early enough to see the same
Images that grow into forms
To watch the dawn as it is born
That other world I want to remember
What my mind saw that early December
That was fanciful, abstract and free
Like me.
Photo by J. Sharland Day