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