The Birth of a Vision

 

Here in my minds eye do you see the view.

Let me paint, you picture the sight about I. 

Where you see me watering the seed,

 For its birth in time for the new year proceeds. 

Eight months preparing tilling being present. 

How willing December here impressing matter,

Cajoling pictures to arrange scenes expressing my theme.

Grateful for the ideal bodies in attraction, 

Formed by spirit to mine appreciation and my satisfaction.

Here in my minds eye, do you see the view?

Let me paint— picturing bringing forth the sight,

Hear these thoughts carry my whispers to the wind,

Where dawn prepares the coming light.

I water the seed, tinder, spark,

For time will birth what thought perceives.

Eight months turning, tilling, willing you through,

A harvest rich, my soul conceives.

December sings in matters dance,

Cajoling form to shake the plants.

Arranging scenes of my success,

A theme of love, a willed willing winning race.

Grateful I stand, the bodies drawn,

Attraction shaped by spirits hand.

From thought to form, the visionings drawings,

Satisfaction sculpting birthing you into worlds.

To dominate the land sea and to be. 

Beautifully me.