The Mind
Just after a gentle shower you see a rainbow,
While going through the woods in cavorting auras,
The birds are all so friendly wherever you go,
In every tree they sing you a chorus,
Such a beauty it is.
Alas the alarming bells of destruction are sound,
Heart beats of terror can be heard
from the north.
Eyes filled with anguish is all I know.
How my beautiful dream becomes reality.
How many colors filled the life
of such a shattered soul.
How those chorus of warmth that sang were real.
The pity of this mind .
The mind filled with thoughts of none importance I say.
Be numb I say,
By you can stop the mind from thinking.
Who can ?
© twilight