Prescient Travel

Second bash at a Shakespearean sonnet. I’ve found a new toy!

 

Dreamscapers coat my nightly fantasies,

Intruding into times and space by turns,

Eternal voyager in soul searches.

Where lie all mystic dreams when soul returns?

Fragments left in travel, exploration,

Discovered by another on that path.

Daytime forays minimal; frustration.

Where deposit freedom’s insurgent laugh?

Remembrances recur in new travail,

Exquisite recollections found before,

Excursions, cosmic passage, by and by

Cultivate creativeness sown in lore.

A sweeter buzz in honeyed dreamland’s hives;

Prescient future exposed, guiding lives.