To sit with mind in heightened state, <br />With thoughts evolving constantly. <br />Talking within, in great debate, <br />It really is a malady. <br /> <br />How can one sort these whirling words, <br />That keep rotating endlessly. <br />Must stop these flying weaverbirds, <br />So frenzied, trying to get free. <br /> <br />Send me releasing, calming joy, <br />Wildness depart. New dreams begin. <br />Then, just go let this charm employ, <br />Backed by strings of a mandolin. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-dreams-begin/
