Vision Torn

My vision torn, a vivid veil, a sacred sound, a sophic dell.
Aspark the soul, my dahlic dream, my daisy wave, my
Stipple stream. For feral flight, a florid cave, a cultic crest,
A fantast flame. But broken spark, a stressful haze, a heaven
Hell, the walk of smaze. And fulgent flux, the flex of pain,
The light of prayer, a subtle pang. But gilt’d grief, the gut
Of flame, the joy of verse, the birth of bane. And light
Aflare, the lux of love, a lever broke, an oaken drum.

My vision torn, a vivid veil, a sacred sound, a sophic knell.
Aflame the heart, my haven kiln, the hearth of God, the
Gut to feel. For cultic clutch, a rush of Christ, a rustic
Plain, the rain of light. But murky fen, a mystic maze, a
Fervent flare, a cryptic flame. And fulgent flux, the flex of
Pain, the sight of prayer, a subtle pang.

Dahlia/dahlic: a bright colored flower; brilliant beautiful colors.
Stipple: to draw by making numerous dots to form an image.
Feral: wild.
Florid: elaborately decorated.
Crest: the top of something, such as a mountain, hill, or wave.
Fantast: a visionary; a dreamer.
Smaze: a fog of smoke, where everything is hazy.
Fulgent: radiant.
Pang: dealing with the emotions, sudden sharp pains.
Gilt/gilt’d: to cover with gold.
Bane: a curse; a cause of great distress.
Haven: a place of refuge, safety.
Hearth: the floor of a furnace. 
Fraught: overloaded; filled to the max; emotionally bloated.