So many are the ponderings,
reflections of my mind;
Those cruel, captive, ghostly dreams,
I've since left far behind.

I've ventured through those portals broad,
some pathways forged by thought,
In mind's wayfaring wanderings,
creation's soul was caught.

My life was like a one night lark
that's captured on a scroll,
or entrance to a puppet show,
as payment for life's toll.

I've danced upon this box of dreams-
time grasped and then contained,
As if this is the sum of life,
its beauty spoiled and stained.

My joys, my tears and suffering,
now sealed within this box,
faith's heaven favours all who'll come
releasing fettered locks.
R.Owen 5-Aug-15