What once I saw as a transcendent light
That brightened my then cold and lonely soul,
Illuminating me with mystic sight,
Revealed a vision that would make me whole—
Though only for a day or two until
The dull, bleak sublunary trance returned,
For visions are not subject to one’s will,
Or not by any means that I have learned.
What yet remains in memory still glows
As hope that I may someday see beyond
That veil of mystery where no one goes
Without a sacred sorcerer’s magic wand.
Yet glad enough am I that once I saw
What seemed a realm of Light and Love and Awe.