The Vision Poem by Maurice Harris

The Vision



As the sun begins to set on the horizon,
I walk down a lonely path towards the sea-
Know not do I its reason, its form no surprising:
Looking to land's end, I see a solitary vision looking back at me!

Far off in the distance, framed in it's solar glare
This beauteous vision, in all its amazing grace-
Begins to move toward me, until very nearly there
Soon I am able to take in the form's feminine face!

It then occurs to me that I know her, and have for all my days-
Though not had I laid eyes upon her for years nearly 2 score:
I had seen her every day of my life, in myriad ways-
I allowed that visage to fade, always needing more!

One day the vision came to me in yet another form,
This time though, always and ever, shall she stay and keep me warm!

Maurice Harris,30 October 2008

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