Velvet Minds

One more hot, deserted and silent road I have chosen this path in life This lonely domain of thinkers Some neurotic, some shy, some bold- Rare do I find those who belong in this domain- When we do cross paths a jubilant solemnization it is- Only once in a silver raindrop does this happen Share words and ideas- never anything to explain As our velvet minds are then one We sway, sing and dance with the trees And wood nymphs only we can see- so rare Fires burn bright- we travel to and beyond the heavens in one night All under an orange moon, phantoms of Thinkers past, waltzing with a slow seacoast breeze Inside my mind I feel velvet A delicate, downy cushion brushing my lobes That feeling is like breathing fresh air for the first time A sentience angels would covet- As our velvet minds are then one