Treasure Hunt

Trudging lanes; an adrift soul in me,

For miles aweary; thru' hills and seas,

Thru' woods and tors; nonchalant of destiny,

Hither I stop; for few blinks sans mundane mutiny.

My careworn mind; in beta waves, 

Still, sniff the winds from covert caves.

Inquisitive a brain I hold,

That seeks for a land of Gold. 

Miles, I waded; miles yet more,

Tis just the beginning of the shore.

Within my tent; hither I rest,

With Alpha waves and plummeting zest.

Night drapes wider the moonless skies,

Somnolence now osculates my eyes.

And deeper into delta waves,

I sojourn thru' my fugacious graves.

Now tis strange a world I see,

Grey clouds dipped in a marmalade sea.

Demons and angels battle so strong,

I'm too easily carried along.

Theta waves ruffle my sleepy soul,

Deeper into a mighty bowl,

Of dreams and thoughts out of the world,

With eldritch emotions so ensnarled.

Now into those lands of Gold,

Clinquant mountains I behold.

Tinselled are their cuspidal peaks,

Emitting glimpses of hazel streaks.

Hours turn round and into the lanes,

Draped with ivory astral planes.

I wade miles thru' unfathomed slumber, 

Hours no more are mere few numbers.

Gamma waves as knights of time,

Take me thru' a voyage sublime.

Of gods and heavens and nymphs around,

I'm engrossed in a journey profound.

Perhaps the haggard bod I dragged,

With rolling, time grew yet more fagged.

And into the abyss of slumber,

I lost my breaths to mournful numbers.

Hither a soul sans mundane cage,

Waft adrift as a macabre image.

Treasure hunt still caged in dreams, 

Remained tacit as an oneiric glimpse.