| The Vision of The Plains |
| The Vision of the Plains by Kathleen M. Brosius Febuary, 2013 I watch the moon as it lights the sky When the day has passed into night Shadows protect what stirs out there Dust particles and mist take flight Soft winds doth move ore the land just now Through the depths of the fog I stare They say a vision may walk this way White gown and long raven hair She longs to find her one true love Who once lived here with her In death they sleep beneath the sands In silence they felt it stir The earth so silent, so still and deep Holds remains of life long past It gives forth so rich so very black The vision’s shadow is cast She comes each night when the sky is dark I hear her lonely sighs Raven Lady be still and turn around For tis here your beloved lies |
| *Inspired by a story told to me by the “graveyard” shift at an oil rig in Central Texas. One of the workers showed me a photograph taken during his shift. The attached drawing is a how I remember the apparition. I added a deeper meaning: The eighth verse refers to the oil that was being extracted from the site, which awoke the maiden, who now searches for her love, when the moon is full. Although I saw the photograph and the workers swore by their story, I don’t believe in ghosts, at least not in that way. |