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Eyes Of The Visionary
Images of many things seemingly contrary,
Sights of happiness, or of great forlorn,
Of wickedness and greatness yet to be born;
All reflected in the eyes of the Visionary.
Sometimes a gift, yet other times a curse,
Glimpses of sunshine amidst dark gloom,
Futures of well being, many others of doom;
All seeing eyes, gazing over the Universe.
Mountains of war shadowing valleys of peace,
Puddles of integrity lost in oceans of deceit.
Everywhere he peers the scenes will repeat,
His eyes closed, the visions do not cease.
In moments of truth far beyond the ordinary,
Perceiving that, which the morrow will yield;
Detesting insights that have been revealed,
Tears cloud up the eyes of the Visionary.
S. James Buchanan Copyright - 1995
