Thoughts In the shadows of my mind, My thoughts slowly unwind. They are entwined between present and past, But, only those true thoughts will surpass. The mind wanders like a fleeting kite. Groping for things which seem out of sight. Wondering and trying to reason, Even this is but for a season. For, some images vanish with fleeting time, Concealing these thoughts from the mind. Then, silence falls like the morning dew, Awakening the thoughts that are true. Thoughts that are refreshing and pure, Calming the mind, giving strength to endure. By: Galia Cockerham Copyright 2000