Member Poem

Dreams float across,
my  blood red  eyes,
as I awake,
from the Xanadu within,
I dozed off but thought,
I saw a jack-o-lantern,
in the haze,
shifting, elusive,
strange empyreal light,
from a vanishing messenger,
dashing down the field,
of fools gold,
how to guru alias,  
with scythe in hand,
amen to the weed,
of rigged games,
Haunted by my own,
moonlight phantom,
a ghost in flight,
from  cromlech ruins,
begging for the sumptuous fruit,
of guerdon or dame fortune.
Some hope.
But I can always dream.