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The Spectacle of a Dream
09 August 2006

An empty heart
a fulfilled dream
Like a vision of daily delight
while long ago such images
were those to night the night

A fear to sleep
not wanting to rest a head
Eyes closed to see
an image in spectacle to read

Not knowing never understanding
years and years, time never silent
Until the month of June
a new light and lamp to shine

This heart empty no more
her heaven, a haven of adore
Where the poet stood and walked
a shadow passing in ways unseen
Until that day such visions
became more than a recurring dream


“ . . . For I had seen a vision; I knew it, and I knew that God knew it,
and I could not deny it, neither dared I do it; at least I knew that
by so doing I would offend God, and come under condemnation.”
Joseph Smith-History 1: 25 PEARL OF GREAT PRICE


© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)

a poet who cares