Trance In Imagination

When life depresses And barriers become hard to climb Trance in Imagination When moans and groans Possess the golden years Challenging and treacherous Become old age curves Play in your imagination When body is frail and mind stunted Even a wash of WD 40 Fails to loosen the muscle And ligament of rustic joints Run a marathon with your imagination If eyes peep into blankness And no perceptions to register Yet mind is seething with emotions Let ambrosia drip in your heart From a cool sieve of imagination When every day becomes a struggle Like of a tired soldier Just walking home from battle field Not wanting to figure out What was lost or what is to be gained Weary heart wishes to have a long rest Yet there is no rest or peace Only a dull brooding mind shackled In misery lone and insane Know that all is not lost To that pain and anguish If one could rant the gloomy mist And find courage to walk through it Mind will find an escape route The gates of imagination will Crank open with some effort To dwellings shrouded in fog Erected above the precipice of time Let the imagination roll Like a gush of rain water To break the fence physical And release the walled in mental See what a fascinating sight Lies in its glorious might Shimmer of gold upon a rosy dawn Trinkets of silver on the mountain top Riding of waves on ocean's breast Flying with Robin from empty nest There in the blue sky of air fragrant The light cures the thought malignant It is a castle of subtle imagery Open to all regardless of agility In its arena what gods can't perceive Imagination play fully conceives.