Filters

It visits the mind Here in my bed where I rest my bones It meanders through the avenues Bypasses and fly overs These thoughts of love Here in my bed with me. The mind like a sieve Filters the moments and the fun That I have shared. It separates the hard times Letting the good times leak The feeling is good. A moment or two visits the heart Waters flow to it For a second the heart is marshland Where the feelings hold for a while The reeds naturally filter the waters What escapes is clean and aerated. Lovely is the feeling In the mind I recycle again To recall each moment I shared. Deep into the forest of yesterday I journey into the labyrinth The feeling is enchanting. Thought after thought I journey Deep and deep I go For I remember yesterday. I journey so far away Without knowledge I am fast asleep