Boundless Dream Poem by Phil J Hambling

Lost in the maze of existence
Without a compass
To find the way home
Drifting steps into clouded futures
To the crooked house of the unknown winds
Blown by the myths of speculation
Caught by the wave of the infinite source
Hanging in the hall of visitation
Held by the thrall
Of a boundless dream
Mixed by the pouring of the fountains of fortune
The keys that are held in the forbidden night
On the hip of the keeper of the gates of imagination
Conceptions birth in the pulsing gyre
Of the hidden heart of the daunted stranger left in the shadow of an errant child
The torches of wisdom
Passed by the embers of an ancient tongue
Lit by the hopes of the generations
Taken to the borders of visions end
Held aloft by the wings of the wayward
Rebels of the revelation
Lifting the cup to the thirsty spirit
Craving the dawning of a
paradise new
To live the days we are given on this earth
In a mind forged dominion
Of a boundless dream