• Poems

    the noble vision that was merely a vision

    Seemed like a vast open door that I’d fallen severely enamored with.  As fantastic as it was, wrapped up in all its royal graciousness, it was a righteous hearts hope and nothing more. “I think I would be extremely happy to know that I’m yours,” you had said. You were a hope glistening on the infinite scope and I, as always, was so caught up in the magnificence of it, seeing only that… The Vision started simple, perfect as you will, but later treacherously ravaging my imagination, frolicking wildly over the open expanses like a false enchantment under the muse of romance. Foolishly I focused all my optimism on The…