The Vision Seeker

The visions descend when sleep I seek. The clatter of hooves on cobbled streets. The dungeons, the caverns engulfed in deceit. Of flashing dervishes, beggars priests. Convoys so stately, I dare not breathe. The clanging of swords, sinews of steel. Proud conquerers, clothes in crimson steeped. The scenes watched, the curtained betrayers. Resplendent Courts, high turbaned Monarchs 'Ailaan- e -jung', Thundering war cries. Rubies inlaid in gold, fortress walls. Of secrets kept witnin harem walls. I wake up and I know no sleep. The Visions, not, 'in light' recede. I scour the Palaces of yore. I travel far and wide -Explore. At tombs I stand, incessant my tears. It dawns upon me, thus standing there. As Centuries of dust in a whiff recedes. I've walked with them, I've lived in yore. Skimmed Centuries, have I before. From the Grandiose Gardens, I survey the plains. Let the World, then, hear my refrain. Note: Inside the story tellers mind. © Mrs. Divya Macsuedon