If only you could see in my mind.
Perceive the world through my eyes.
See the vision I see.
In my minds eye.
Gander if only a wrinkle.
Then you shall dream.
In my dreams.
Truth or dare.
I have much to share.
Onward through the fog.
Mountain far below.
Fearfulness in memory.
Valley coming slow.
Goodness quenched by fire.
Ice captures pain.
My mind clear of thought.
My poem gets a name.
A single flower bloomed.
For it I get love.
By it mirrors are seen.
For its from above.
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
If only you could see in my mind.
Perceive the world through my eyes.
See the vision I see.
In my minds eye.
Gander if only a wrinkle.
Then you shall dream.
In my dreams.
Truth or dare.
I have much to share.
Onward through the fog.
Mountain far below.
Fearfulness in memory.
Valley coming slow.
Goodness quenched by fire.
Ice captures pain.
My mind clear of thought.
My poem gets a name.
A single flower bloomed.
For it I get love.
By it mirrors are seen.
For its from above.
