POEM OF THE DAY - "VISIONARY"

I don't tell this story about this poem often because sometimes it just sounds to much like make believe but here it is. One night while I was asleep, I had a dream that I was reciting a poem and right after I recited it, I woke up and was still reciting the poem to myself. It had to have been about 3:00 a.m. so I jumped out of bed and wrote the poem down. It was the exact last entry to my book. Here it is:

Visionary

Upon closing my eyes at night
I see wonderful things.
I see marvelous places,
beautiful skies,
beautiful faces.
The visions are played like a film in my head.
Pictures of people,
some living,
some dead.
Pictures of times
some gone,
some to come.
The beginnings for many,
the end for some.
I can always remember the things I’ve seen
the fire,
the snow,
the valley’s green.
The visions are played like a film in my head
A gift from God?
A message to spread?
Fathers crying
and children at play
old people laughing,
the world in dismay.
If only you knew of the things I’ve seen
some visions violent
others serene.
Some of horrendous
wars to be,
some of Sudan
being set free.
Visions of disease
as a thing of the past
or terrorist killing us
in one last blast.
It’s hard to describe the things that I’ve seen
as these visions
play their nightly routine.
Invading my mind
capturing time
was a vision of a world
with no death or crime.
Visions of addicts
giving up dope
and some of preachers
giving up hope.
One vision I love time after time
that reinforcement is brought
to the fibers that bind
and the thread that make up
all of mankind.

WYLD STYLZ