Her Beautiful Mind
The light spills out over the horizon
from the yolk of the broken sun
it slips warmly through our window
and falls like ocean waves
against the shorelines of her face
her waning dreams perform
an encore for the spectators
seated before her waking stage
as the arena becomes lit
the crowd disperses and empties
leaving her atrophied eyes
to begin their daily struggle
with all the things they cannot explain
to her beautiful mind
Copyright © Jeff Davies | Year Posted 2016
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