The visionary - by David Wolfe
The beauty of the world
under sunshine, mist, snow
settles upon dreams which nestle and grow
in slumbering visions
of the secret and wild
the supernal gods in the feral child.
Vision - the strength, it shapes and seeks
the glide of the pen, and the voice who speaks
to the mass of minds or a single face
with eloquent astral, eternal grace.
Your vision is the promise you shall one day be
your ideal is the prophecy
you shall one day see
Nourished by seeds of
divine inspirations
you become as great as the finest creation.
That which you love shall come upon you
That which you need shall find its way too.
Vision - the master it guides and creates
it plans for perfection and clearly states
"The dreamers are the saviours of the world"
Those who cherish a beautiful vision
a lofty ideal have but one decision
Inspire the dream to expand and rise
nourish that truth without
compromise
For those with visions of truth and right
even alone have strength and might
with a cluster of sparks
the air of 'rudition' that which is nourished will
come to fruition
Vision - the power, it moulds and makes
hold it true so long
and evermore it shapes
the reasons, minds, and the wills
calling forth a thousand joys
disposing of a thousand ills.
Cherished in secret yet coming to pass
Vision - the calm in the pool of glass
Tempest tossed souls, wherever you be
rest under the wing of the visionary
In the ocean of life, isles of bliss
lay smiling, the sunny shore of your ideal
awaits your arriving
Keep your hand firmly poised
upon the helm of thought.
Hold true to the vision
and you'll find what you have sought.