Suspended at portals of rigid and well-defined thought reclines most whimsy, which poets like me welcome and use to un-stick rusted up vision. Freeing the mind we care not where reality ends. Wonder notices even the tiny and gasps at gross, the newly dry gossamer wing seen as fillagreed diamonds with eyesight, night versed with ghostly metaphor, the tides as emotion. Humanized nature allures the inventive in scribes bent on perception where real meets make-believe. Awe, understood as a lever appeals to romantics like me addicted to all ethereal's seducing fancy. Idealized love presents realms of impassioned expression, themes, versing spirit personified holds complusion, creative vision awakens to other worlds where, finally winning utopia becomes no mere illusion. What feels real merges and mixes with linguistic flights of beguiling imagery. Life through the eyes of all poets like me changes at will from the galling mundane to that which excites inspiration for evocative writing.