A Peak Of Mind

A Peak of Mind

Where do you bury your thoughts?


Are they safe in the dirt, or comfortable in a cloudy sky?


Do they rest amongst your pillows, only to visited your headspace in the absence of night?


No I say your thoughts refuse to be buried. They walk swiftly along your side.


They ride the wave of your presence. Lending order to the recess of your mind.


Do not trouble the resting place of your thoughts. It’s too much to keep in mind.


written in the middle of the night