State of Mind
When State of mind spinsLike a perpetual gyroscope
When a mind thinks clear
And joy pierces voice and eyes
When a spirit bursts forward
As if it were freshly born
When a smile careens wide
In light of darkest days
Then age has no meaning
It is a trifling statistic
Poetry by Kee Zealy
Read 609 times
Written on 2009-10-16 at 18:52
|
melanie sue |