Mind At Large Poem by Michael Fischer

She kicks off her sneakers
And slouches her tube socks
As she seizes the couch
And the mint oil moment

She takes in a deep breath
And becomes her own mind
As she melts in the wind
Of Mother Nature's kiss

Lying atop the hill
As soft as a petal
She is so beautiful
Like a painted beauty
Winged everlastingly
Beneath the goldbrick sun

(If you can hear me dear...)

Grab the clouds hanging high
And float along with them
As they move past the sun
Into your mind's unknowns