Floating down the tunnel that leads home to you.
Where is my mind,
I dream only thoughts, thoughts of you.
Your hair in my hands,
holding you, here where it's day never night.
You are my light, here you shine through.
There is my mind inside of your head.
Tell me now how it makes you really feel?
Deep down inside, where we share both one mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
James! this poem does not sound like you. i MEAN, your quirky (?) way of using English is not evident! i'm not sure if i like this style better or not. it is so common. ha ha. perhaps you are on a new medication? honest. i'm wondering about this. what gives? ? i wonder if you are thinking of a particular person as you wrote this poem. it must go to MyPoemList, even though i don't care much for love poems! bri :) where is my stomach. well, i'm tempted to write a companion poem to 'where is my mind', but i'm too busy. there is, after all, a gallon of ice cream which MUST be eaten by bedtime!