drift of the mind

*drift of the mind*

Thy mind does drift,
Thy feeling the beginning of the rift...
The mind does open and begin to shift!
Into memories that thou canst not shift!
The memory and the drift ...

The coming of the flower perfumed waft
For her, her scent a rose,
You shift but the scent still lingers in mind .....
You will not forget her ..

(c)DL