On the well washed shores of my imagination

I find images feeling like technicolor saturation

Always, since my early days of playing Robin Hood

To today, taking photos and writing, I’ve understood

That it’s in the structures of depths of my mind

That holds a playground that I never want to leave behind

Because it’s there on that hidden, misty shore

That I find the richest things my thoughts might explore

Now, as I have grown to find myself  a little older

I have new shores to comb and gotten even a bit bolder

It seems that humanity has created virtual second life

Where we can create most anything from peace to strife

And so having set out on this voyage to uncharted shores

It seems once again like new dreams waiting to explore