Thinkfinity

And at last, old ghosts have sublimed
out and away of the farthest vision
the wheel has found some forgotten memory
of exhausted love; and at his tears
I weep and with its mirth I'm merry!!
He and her in sync reach for the exit,
where dragons guard the fire temple
into the inmost shrine,
a calm comfortable wind blows with desire
days in figures; youth in rest,
the fire of hope and the poet's fire,
for the lover's and mother's breast,
into thoughts galore;
squeezing out of finite many more!!