The Mind
(Written on 3/31/93, age 12)
It was the strangest thing,
But still quite extraordinary.
I faintly heard an eerie sound
Somewhere hidden
In the shimmering stars,
By the glistening moonlight.
Spinning and jittery,
Getting higher and higher,
I peer through my imagination.
There I feel strange and awkward
Between the sunbeam.
Polished like silver
I get swept away
To an enchanted land.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2021
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