The contours of the mind

The contours of the mind
Are rainbow bridges
The feet of the rainbows
Hover above the land
The light in the afternoon
Delineate the dark rain clouds
With the contours of the mind

All the little animals are crying
What are they crying for?
Could it be that the summer is ending?
And they don’t want it to go
A woman wanders into their homes
To reassure them
Then they go to sleep contented

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012