Seer? ? ?

Again my visions are hidden- (behind 3rd eye)
Again springs of water burst forth-
Tucked in the depths of my silent wall...
Heads are turned once again to the 'North'

Again-happier days begin to arrive...
Again sadder days slowly fade away;
As we all drink from the 'Angels' most loving cup-
'The Boatman', at last, allows his sails- in the wind to sway;

Again the fever comes calling unto me...
Again it knocks upon my very door...
And the visions once so deeply hidden to obscure-
Are alive- much like a cloud aburst-my tears just pour;

Knowing without really knowing how...
This once sorrow of truth churns inside of me-
Fast forwarding me to future times...? ? ?
My despondency 'tis tossed to the mighty sea;

September,2009

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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