a figure
a form
ethereal
kind
yes
she
is
a figment
of my mind
she is there
in a frame
far behind
history
running
through
her veins
she
loves
mankind
our paths
crossed
that the lord
divined
two rivers
of life
crisscross
combined
when i close
my eyes
in the corridor
of my consciousness
her silhouette
i find
as reflected
remorse
a pain
outlined
Friday, April 23, 2010
Yes She Is a Figment of My Mind
