Strange

Strange are the ways we do not know Like the eyes that fly to distant shores To see things not seen before Strange are those who are not me Through their eyes though I'm as strange as strange could be The snow falls gently on the rain covered grass With echos of dripping Through the door made of glass Strange is the mind with its enchanting visions of snow covered hills And icy reflections 1 angel sleeps at the ends of my feet 1 sighs quietly to not skip a beat Another barks intensely as a squirrel crosses the street Strange how boredom comes then it goes How the mind thinks and what it shows Like the weather on this day The mind is full of strange games