Retreat Poem by DM W

O I shall retire for a while at least;
Until I feel I can craft new notions;
'Til they can be neatly framed as poetry.
I know that, between thought and expression,
Lies a lifetime's labour. With Vision's guide
I'll search amidst dark kingdoms of the mind.
Many are called; but few are chosen.
I'll swim in metaphorical oceans:
To find lost, abandoned; yet rich treasures.
O I want to discover unknown pleasures!