Member Poem

In the universe,
a pulse stretches,
limits to the avenues,
as thoughts one can explore,
to ferry red dawn vales,
on voyages whose,
magic courses we can,
often only dream of,
if only we had a little,
gumption deep within,
to dare initiate that step,
those jewel encrusted steps,
to a gorgeous grotto paved,
with glittering gold.
if the mind stopped,
it’s wretched meddling,
one might pour those visions,
onto parchments that,
one relished so dear,
colour at our fingers,
would brush tip ventures,
its own natural beauty,
at a stroke so deft,
scenic  earthly heavens,
would induce sheer bliss,
buoy innate curiosity,
goad us on those routes, 
that our usual self constrained,
timid mindset cordons  off.