Love And Her Mind
by The old abby
She sat with her toes in the sea,
While her poor mind drowned helplessly
In thoughts of love, in thoughts of loss,
In thoughts of wretched poetry.
Across the water he had flown
Confused, to a far land alone,
She thought it right, she thought it best
For her mind to be all her own.
Here, the tide slowly receded,
And her wearied mind conceded
Defeat to hurt, defeat to thirst-
After all, love had succeeded.
Her mind, which once was free to blaze
Through remote worlds and sparkling rays,
Was now so vague, was now a slave,
And forced to think in meek cliches:
His touch was in the gentle breeze,
His soft voice rustled though the trees,
He was in this, he was in that,
Her mind grappled with the disease.
As the sun slipped beyond her sight,
She thought he would now see its light,
In his lone land, in his lone world,
His day would always be her night.
With this thought, she now arose,
She washed the cold sand from her toes,
Her mind was clear, her mind was firm,
Her mind dispelled her roaring woes.
From her airplane, she chased the sun,
Which would now lead to her loved one,
Her own passion, her own cliche,
While her mind prized what she had won.
She bathed with him there in the sea,
Their laughter rang out naturally,
As the sun rose, as the sun glowed,
As her mind basked in liberty.
