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