A Writer With Many Thoughts
High with the clouds,
the clouds with endless line,
like the endless thoughts of our mind..
Crystal clear memory with the faded imagination,
Never so brief,
where parallel lines meet..
Sharp edges define a shape,
a shape with restrictions of the mind.
There lay some moments to cherish,
some moments to define with perfect words and picturing a perfect life..
Eyes closed with a hope,
to see the beautiful life ever dreamed off.
en route to the land of dreams..