Her Delighted Mind

she seems like a saint in my dark moments as she graces me with her gentle smile because her nomadic heart came to rest for a butterfly's moment within my grasp and with noble intent i heart and soul to her attentions so she unsticks my head with her own road of good intentions she is tender in my wilderness placing small acts of cataclysm in my path to dislodge my mud filled head and with her devices nailed to my mind it is easier to think so i think so with her delighted mind she tinkers with my comfort zone trying to find the greasy spoon that i eat my metaphysical meals with leaves me hungry for words when it comes time to put pen to paper my head full of mud grapple with the notions of her divinity but the weight of thinking too much keeps me from doing freestyle take to wing so it is me that must unstick from her influences and her rubber band heart that keeps bouncing back