Creation of my Mind
I long, with heart, to know you fully.
Somewhere between the ego and id
You lope.
Cigarette smoke, blue-grey in
The breeze twirls like you do,
Gracefully bounding around
My fears.
The twisted narrative inside
My thought -- winding roots of
Dry untruths which you prune away
To heal.
You plant the seeds, the grasses of
Elysium, a paradise of
Vision and sweet Words
Within me.