Sometimes I gather stray thoughts together and I come up with humble things like this:
In my Mind’s Eye
My old mother used to say
If you can’t see the ocean
Behind those pale blue
eyes
You are likely blind
And if you can’t feel the
heat
In those dying embers
You’ve never been touched
By the divine
Your world is there
And you are forever
Reshaping it only
In your mind’s eye
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