There is a thought at the edge of my mind thinking me.

   


                    There is a thought at the edge of my mind thinking me.
                                    There is a pencil in my hand writing me.
                         There is a wave at the tips of my toes feeling me.
                                                        There is a world out of my reach taunting me.
                                 There is a sunset on the horizon seeing me.
                                                  There is thunder booming in my ears hearing me.
                                          There is a feeling deep in my soul loving me.
          There is a tale that lives with my soul telling me.
                                       There is a song in the cradle of my soul singing me.


 An adaption of the children's book " There is a flower at the tip of my nose smelling me."
                                      By: Alice Walker