Listening to every heart
She often wondered what she could do
to find some quiet for her mind.
If words didnít hit her in the face
then her thoughts would run to prose and rhyme.
Never sleeping, always keeping
solace within her soul,
her mind would wander, rambling on
while her lips, in quiet, repose.
She could be talking or simply walking
and her mind through limericks ferry.
In doldrums she could quietly be
while her mind was making merry.
In her dreams her mind would scheme
to turn a dream into fright.
Oh if she could murder her mind alone
and have simple peace for one night!
09 Aug 99
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow