A Daydream
What reverie has changed her eyes
that she the page no longer sees?
what memories move her mind to turn
to fathom deeper mysteries
than the exciting tales she reads?
Oh, the thrilling story written--
if she the words to pen could lend--
telling how her heart was smitten.
See just where she turned away
from the song so finely crafted--
marked with slim finger for the world-
fairer lines are therein grafted.
A heart from baser thoughts kept pure
could write poems for the ages;
calmly she contemplates great thoughts
unknown to history's sages.
Copyright 4/30/2014 Faye Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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