My fancied escape on a time lone, <br />When the wind has refrained from its moan <br />To become at night, the sleepy drone. <br /> <br />Mind's ranging eye comes on like a phone <br />Transmission, or a silver beamed cone. <br /> <br />Live imagery on brain's screen is thrown <br />Like Safari full of wildness known, <br />Where limbs and wings all in splendour shown; <br /> <br />Figures playing in brightness I tone <br />Up in thought, which to delight is prone; <br /> <br />In me how passion cloud-high has grown, <br />The air-immense thrill it invites blown <br />To the pinnacle, the mount does own. <br /> <br />The exotics to treasure are sown <br />As pearls of peace in me to be flown; <br /> <br />Hunting I 'am in fantasy's zone <br />Of scenes wild, which beam beauty I hone <br />As words penned like a polished-prized stone.<br /><br />Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/live-imagery/