Numbness of thought the soliloquy of a tentative mind
Always occurring in a frenzied current of calm beneath the stillness of a thought
Inspiration from a dream which desire cannot bestow realities in conclusion
Hesitant to live out a world which prods wounds with forever healing
Keep out and away is the threat I believe is mine alone
You mean little in the giant oblivion of my soul
Temptation derides my hungry wholeness
Forever sacrificed in the abiding limbless arms of cotured love
Give me my sight so I can tread blindfolded to your open heart
And my vision so I can watch you dismember my body down into the rich wholesome Soil!
The Optimistic Rhymer 
I don’t think my understanding ability can get the whole idea, but I do like these two:
“Give me my sight so I can tread blindfolded to your open heart
And my vision so I can watch you dismember my body down into the rich wholesome soil!”
🙂
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Love your blog too Heather. The Mood is about some of the train of thought I experience when ill. I woke from dreaming and jotted it down. It is also about being a women. Thanks for the comment.
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