Again my visions are hidden- (behind 3rd eye) <br />Again springs of water burst forth- <br />Tucked in the depths of my silent wall... <br />Heads are turned once again to the 'North' <br /> <br />Again-happier days begin to arrive... <br />Again sadder days slowly fade away; <br />As we all drink from the 'Angels' most loving cup- <br />'The Boatman', at last, allows his sails- in the wind to sway; <br /> <br />Again the fever comes calling unto me... <br />Again it knocks upon my very door... <br />And the visions once so deeply hidden to obscure- <br />Are alive- much like a cloud aburst-my tears just pour; <br /> <br />Knowing without really knowing how... <br />This once sorrow of truth churns inside of me- <br />Fast forwarding me to future times...? ? ? <br />My despondency 'tis tossed to the mighty sea; <br /> <br />September,2009<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seer-3/
