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.