Here I ponder

    

 Walking along astral plain
     Howling, wind-swept
 crossing paths
      of 'ME'
 Infinite routes to take
      over yonder
 the fall of 'Troy'
      I am master weaver
 deftly dancing
      the dream-scape
 Picture the glory
      whispering forests
 reveal shape-shifter
      dream flight, birdsong
 my private 'Nirvana'
      Yet chance encounters
 with obsidian haired 'Naiad'
      Filled with desires
 give chase, thrilled you see
      Time flows freely
 directionless
      Purple mist, evening
 shade, old oak tree
      Robin's hood
 here I ponder