Beautiful Brain

I want to wander the corridors of your mind
Without a tour guide, without a map
I want to get lost in a blur of left and right turns
of spiral staircases and long hallways
I want to get utterly lost
and see what I discover
In the deepest chambers of your mind
I want to go searching
Past the rustic thoughts of daily living
to the part of the brain
where not the body but the soul thinks
I want to find the thoughts
that are too big, too important to surface often
Because I believe it's these thoughts
in this part of your beautiful brain
that could teach me of you

Seeing Gold

Some days when i'm feeling tired
Like a tiny shell tossed in a giant sea
I look deeply into the mirror
Not to see my body, but to see my soul
I look deeply
into the quarries that are my eyes
That is where I can see my gold
I ignore the blemishes on my face
and the way my hair is done
I see who I am
I see me