A Fire burns within the Hearth, <br />A Glowing warmth in growing dark. <br />With pen and paper, mind in flight, <br />I ponder worlds within the night. <br /> <br />I travel far, to hidden shades <br />Of sheltered light in forest glades. <br />With leaves of brown and brilliant red <br />In places feet have yet to tread. <br /> <br />I visit mountains, high and tall <br />That tower, sovereign, over all. <br />With blinding snow and gasping air <br />That speaks a long forgotten prayer. <br /> <br />I traverse endless desert sands <br />And frozen ice in Northern lands <br />And deepest oceans, black and blue <br />That to our eyes are out of view. <br /> <br />I then in darker places creep <br />Where only darkness waits in sleep. <br />To caverns, crafted out of fright, <br />That quencheth every life and light. <br /> <br />And lands of which I dare not write <br />I find, obscured from maker’s sight. <br />The places where all good things die <br />And leave the World to wonder why. <br /> <br />My pen leaves paper, I awake <br />From visions deep I finally break. <br />I slowly stand and glance outside <br />Into the deepening eventide. <br /> <br />I, silent, thank the fading fire <br />The light that fueled my heart’s desire: <br />For, with it, and a pen to write <br />The World I traveled, in a night.<br /><br />A.N. Bor.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nightly-visions/
