My Mind’s Eye
Daybreak.
Is it my imagination?
Or simply just the way I feel
Visions move into my perspective
What will this day reveal?
I wait for the whisper of daybreak
That transforms dreams into reality
I merge from the mists of miasma
Into new normality.
What I see in my mind’s eye
Is a picture hard to paint?
Words like birds have meaning
And flow without restraint.
The tumble of the water
The waves upon the shore
The lost sound of a seagull
I couldn’t ask for more.
Creativity flows like a river
Assisted by the thunder and the rain
It flows through my veins in abundance
And harmonizes in a sweet refrain.
Meanwhile, summer turns to winter
Tides follow the cycles of the moon
Love is transient as a rainbow
Why did winter come so soon?
A teardrop falls from heaven
I watch the day disappear into the night
And wait expectantly for the morning
New meaning wisdom and insight.
It’s not just my imagination
My mind’s eye is the window where I see
Inventiveness awe and inspiration
That liberates my mind and sets me free.
©
David Rudder
2022
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