ROOMS OF MY MIND

 

She walks

Through the rooms of my mind

Picking up things here and there

Slowly turning them over

 

Smiling

Before softly setting them down

I do not know who she is

She was just there one day

 

Standing

Leaning back against the open door

With breathtaking beauty

Watching

 

I feel I know her

In fact I am certain I do

But no, it is only a feeling

So I follow her through the rooms

 

Looking over her shoulder

As she examines a piece

She will stop

Turn to look at me now and again

 

Our eyes speak

Feint smiles appear

Before she turns

And resumes walking

 

Through the rooms of my mind