THE VISION

By  Rajosik Mitra Balanced at the edge of my dreams Is a vision eluding me Like the rain falling soft - In the dark, you hear but cannot see. To have once heard the lore, To have it linger like an image From an old dream of long before- Is the key to a strange truth A strange truth from an ancient rune, That draws you forward Like moth to a distant moon; For I have loved the things I see and hear in vain, Searched every dark corner For pain with a greater sustain;…