IN AIMLESS WONDER

Small words, and big dreams, 

anchor imagination's lexicon, 

close in the underbelly of time,

underfoot in aggregate rivers 

deep beneath, the cavernous swell,

bound by clouds the shape of trees, chariots and cherubim, 

raining sustenance, in chasms filled with darkness, 

The lightest dark churns in the echoes of life, 

frothing evaporation in suspended galvanation, 

conflating windswept swirls of ambient decoupage,

holding molten ingots in mind at depths bound by sentry emptiness,

the rare and scarce draws value to the artisans palate, 

and with the confluence of torpidity resisted and inspiration indulged,

she crafts the mysteries of the aeons, 

deep within voyaging souls,

governed by the instinct's march,  

deep within the the unveiled craft,

where Gaian memories create anew,

the ocean deep and the skies blue,

where hope and dreams and souls portend,

the hopes of Titans born to lend,

to myth a dream to never spend, 

a life in aimless wonder.