A man stands on a cliff edge
listening to the sea
calm as the wind
which gently blows
He stands like a statue
thinking about the past
his mind is open
I slip inside his head
I find a storm unseen and powerful
a whirlpool forms
of many thoughts
mixing to form one
confusion rules
I see a puzzle
its pieces scattered
incomplete
like a forgotten mystery
I close my eyes
and leave the man’s head
the mind storm calms
the man is at peace
John Westlake
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/016-the-mysteries-of-the-mind/
