her mind

her mind speaks what she witnesses,
witnesses what she wants.
wants what she dreams of,
dreams what she desires.
her mind, thinks so naive,so innocent as you say,
full of ecstasy, full of memories of her dearest compeers.
her mind thinks of nothing but what she wants to think,
her catastrophic dreams are some, magical turn out the rest.
her mind, oh my, is a mirror image of the universe,
no one knows what lies within, like a mystery untold. unfolds gradually.
her mind, her mind as such, reflection everyone seeks,
from a click of love to the spiralling fractals of life.
her mind as such, holds so much,
so much says her mind,
boons to bosoms to love to compeers to falsifiers and more holds her mind.
©daksha.dax