The Golden Vision, That Starry Night

With just hands
At last through years
I gazed upon that yonder shore. 
Above the mist and smoke
Where men would dare claim
Earth. 
Such a vision appeared
Of that Golden Palace
That divine rod 
That separates myself 
From my dreams.
Blessings to the dreamers, still
Even in the night's own hour
They still long for what the 
Heart desires. 
Amidst the Autumn 
Afar the Altar 
Yond that threshold there
Thay Golden vision
I peered through tears.
Such a vision for the blind 
It would aspire their view
Towards the very
Face of Christ.
Direct your paths 
Through  that starry night 
That gentle morn.
Hear me Aurora!
Your kindred spirit 
Of yesterday's departure.
Memory, a fantasy
Absurd though dire, still
Deceived I was not
Captivated, brought forth
Against her silver lined glory
In the Golden Vision oure
Through the starry night.