A Vision and a Conjuring

Should the daft endeavor to doubt youShould they claim crimson green and emerald whiteShould they tie your tongue lest words take flightSoft, hold your peace as a Visionary oughtAs empty threats amount to nought

Should the mighty make merry and mock youAs the hyena goads the lion at restAs only his patience and grace to testSoft, and hold tight to the tranquil airFor a Visionary has the spleen to spare

Should the wide world take pains to court youWith sweets, sugar and songs from the farthest flung landsThe proverbial Greek with a horse in his handsSoft, since flattery has no recourse to passionAnd the Visionary ear holds such things at a fashion

Should Love see fit to lay her hands on youFind fingers to quiver on rakish spineFind hours to measure a mark divineSoft, and let time take months into weeks and into daysFor a Visionary sees love in all they survey

Should charlatans rise and take arms against youCome heavy with metal in rifle-strong vanityCome brash and insulting with leaden profanityBut soft, for such attacks will come, by and byAnd a Visionary bird continues to fly

Should this world no longer be able to hold youKnow that nothing is lost nor fully unfurledThe mind and its magic live on in the worldAnd as the Visionary hearts of times gone pastThis Visionary heart is ever to last.