The poet navigates his symbolic words

Through the half-sleep realm of thought

To some his flight believed absurd

Others may marvel at what he’s brought

Sails billow with winds of fancy

An ethereal quest, a cerebral expedition

They close their eyes in hope to see

The dream weaver’s own conception

He works only in the cognitive realm

Where control is kept upon the helm

Or they may be lost to another reality

Beyond the boundary of mere sanity

The poet may return with cerebral spoils

Rewarded greatly for his laborious toils

Or return with nothing useful to share

A broken fantasy ship in need of repair

The poet rides this wave of imagination

Taking from it, moments of exhilaration

Creating emblematic images with pen

Of places his imagination has been