My Frail, Ariel Soul: Poem by DM W

My frail Ariel soul is blown towards other shores
Of consciousness; beyond this conventional world.
O it will not be confined by space and time or
Be simply satisfied with the mundane! With words,
Abounding in rich and strange imagery, it will
Weave its wondrous dream kingdoms of soft light and shade.
It will search for the heart of silence and stillness,
And the timeless in pregnant moments, as each day
Drifts by. O it will look for fragments of beauty;
In long forgotten places! So that pale, weary
Eyes will once again become curious and learn
To see clearly, like in childhood's vivid kernel.