The Vision Poem by dino evans

Awakened in the early morning,
Lightnings flash, and thunder's warning
Watched did I the dreadful storming,
Right outside my window frame
All the night the raging howling wind
There at my doorstep growling
Ghastly, and unearthly scowling
Right outside my window frame

And the wind cried out her name...

Now my mind in torment grieving
Leaves my senses unbelieving
To the vision I am seeing
Displayed upon my window frame
For the one who wouldn't love me
She, who thought herself above me
And now the one who says she loves me
Just outside my window frame

I leap awake, and cry her name...

This dream, I'm dreaming, sure will leave me,
No longer in the night to grieve me,
Like a burglar, to thieve me,
So my heartache will remain,
Surely mornings light awaits me,
Dawn will break the night, and save me,
She, could surely, not so hate me,
And inflict such heartless pain,

Now she says again, she loves me,
Dawns warm light, no where above me,
Only heartaches tight grip of me,
Keeps me looking at the pane,
If I'd awake I'd soon forget her,
Not to love her not to let her,
Fill my nights with cold regret for,
One who's love I can't retain,

But each night the dreams continue,
Always playing the same venue,
Right outside my bedroom window,
Will it ever slow the rain? ,
And if I, condemned to live it,
Is each evening, going to give it,
Reason to return, revisit,
Horror to my window frame? ,

Someone help me with this seeming,
Endless dream, that I am dreaming,
Stop the nightly visions streaming,
All across my window frame,
Make my mind wake up, forget,
Free my soul of harsh regret,
And let not nightmares thus upset,
This placid little window frame,

And remember not, her name....

Let the morning sun be bright,
And swallow visions of the night,
Let daylight bring me back my sight,
To see the truth, that lights the frame,
That demons of the night, don't stay there,
That my sorrow doesn't play there,
Waiting for the night to say where,
Horror can invade, and gain,

But morning wakes me up to see,
Day times cruel reality,
That hits with such finality,
Lighting up the window frame,
That things are worse than nightmare scenes,
And visions in the window seem,
To bring me things, the day can't bring,
With thunders roar, and lightnings reign,

I need to see her standing there,
Her shining eyes, her golden hair,
Things that nightmares, have to share,
With me, outside my window frame,
And so, I long for night to blind me,
Relaxation to unwind me,
Into sleep, that soon will find me,
Calling out my lost loves name,

Hoping that her face appears there,
Deep blue eyes, drown all my fears there,
Causing me to stop, and peer there,
Deep into the window pane,
Morning holds no choice for me,
Night is all I seek to see,
I pray to horror, 'comfort me',
Let daylight, not invade my pain,

Let the peace of nightmares streaming,
Images of heartache screaming,
Give to me, the endless seeming,
Hope of days remit, from pain,
And let the daylight not torment me,
Let my dreaming circumvent the,
Torture, of the kind that sent me,
Into nights of thoughts insane,

Let me sink into my vision,
Filled with certain indecision,
And my world, as seen from prison,
Plays outside my window frame,
So that I, will not awaken,
To a love so lost, forsaken,
And to find, my nightmare's taken,
By the brightly lighted frame,

Patiently, I wait the evening,
Eagerly I crave the grieving,
Heartache, in itself relieving,
Do you say that I'm insane? ...

And the wind cried out her name.......


Dean Evans 12-05-04