I thought I saw something ahead
A shaft through murky skies
As opaque curtains moved apart
To show once hidden lies
I do not know if it was real
Or mirage-like in the eye
Yet it struck a part of me
That much I can’t deny
Some talk of visions sent by God
I do not speak of these
Nor yet some natural, lovely sight
Like leaves flickering on the trees
I wish it needn’t be the case
Just then to be all alone
And see that truth which, truthfully
Would turn my soul to stone
Once more the cracked bell knolled
Beware this fate it told
No destiny sure as yours
Kept to your present course
It made its plaintive sound
To turn his path around
For most its call boomed clear
Use dialogue, not fear
Odd, though, to offer choice
In cold forged metal voice
When none was to be made
His path would not be swayed
His chosen mind-set steady
With finger poised and ready
Just one thing left to do
All sage advice eschew
Take this creaking, leaking, tired old ship
To nature’s harbour safe
Restless hours on stormy seas
A tired and lonely waif
Bring me then that altered state
Of quietened body and mind
Where consciousness takes its leave
As sleep, at last, I find
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