Something Unseen Touches a Flower to My Forehead

In the middle of my wondering mind

Sits an image so familiar

On a soft green something unseen

Touches a flower to,

Touches a flower to,

Touches a flower to,

Touches a flower to my forehead.

In the corner of my wondering mind

Sits an image that I focus on

I sit forward (?) something invisible

Touches a flower to,

Touches a flower to,

Touches a flower to,

Touches a flower to my forehead.