Of Prophets and Revelations

A vision strikes me in a clammy night,

That reaches from beyond some searching void,

Of things that glisten in the midnight air,

Intangible, yet somehow ever-present.

A world beyond all worlds began to open,

With all its ever-dazzling illuminations,

Of colours never seen by mortal eyes,

That lit up skies that seemed to celebrate.

And down below, the population gathered

In songs of praise of some unknown event,

Their song rang out and through the eternal fabric,

To reach a world that long since passed away.

And, as they sang, their songs began to echo

Around the walls I long ago erected

To withhold my sorrows from seeping ever out

Into a place I thought too dark and cruel.

And then, the vision showed me another place,

Where time itself, it seemed, had ceased to flow,

The roads were paved with finest gold and silver,

Awaiting some anticipated dawn.

And in behind the gates that lined the road,

There stood a house set high upon a hill,

That looked out over lakes that stretched for ages

Into a distance that seemed somehow eternal.

Inside the door, there sat a ghostly figure

Of someone who I thought I recognised,

A face I saw sometime in memories,

That gazed back at me in times of faded legend.

He looked up, and he seemed to stare right at me,

With eyes that seemed to pierce right through my soul,

I felt the pain of long and lonely years,

Of one who waited for the dying daylight.

He breathed one sigh that rang beyond the ages,

I heard it with a comfortable shudder,

His loneliness seemed then so overwhelming,

As it echoed through my sad and empty soul.

8/7/18