Aweigh now your anchors <br /> Set trim to your sails, <br />For the voyage of your mind <br /> Will spin wondrous tales. <br />It's a journey of hope, <br /> A destination of dreams, <br />And the sea that we cross <br /> Is not what it seems. <br />As a child I would travel <br /> Questioning all I would see, <br />Sailing on my imagination, <br /> To any port I would please. <br />Then life answered questions, <br /> Whether I wished it or not, <br />And my ship ceased to sail, <br /> To the places I sought. <br />Now burdened with wisdom, <br /> Of the way things should be, <br />I must find my way back, <br /> My imagination to free. <br />Though my years may find favor, <br /> By some means that I use, <br />I’ll sail back to my youth, <br /> To find my lost muse. <br /> <br />2/22/06<br /><br />Gary Bryson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lost-muse/
