OF THE MIND
Veiled dreams of a prosaic mind
inspiration, hidden from view
thinking
Thoughts drifting inwardly, alone
delusions of grandeur defined
alone
Quill to one side, inspiration
unforeseen forces, killed the muse
how so
Days alone, I set and ponder
drawing on experiences
ageless
Troubled memories, best forgot
sadness infused with joyful thoughts
I smile
A blessing not yet realized
The muse is, only but asleep
Arise
Quill again applied to parchment
presenting a new dilemma
I think
Are these words of mine real, or not
coming from deep within the soul
they are
(~Synchronicity Format~)
By GaelicRogue
© 2008 GaelicRogue
(All rights reserved)
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