The Mind That Sings
The mind that sings
the stolen dream, remains
free from all that thievery.
I wait on tomorrow, though
I know life should be more
than waiting. So I paint
the cupboards in rainbow hues
and I speak the hidden part
to those I love, so no mistakes
will follow. I open doors I’d
just to trace an answer.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Clockwise Cat, Issue 31, Clockcat Orange Spring/Summer 2015”, June 2015
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