The golden green silhouette
of the flower in your hair
The rich temptation of home
Running through a comb

Tonight I see hesitation
As I run through your eyes
There is some sort of bind
with no clue to what kind

Think a spherical thought
well rounded and undefined
Across a sea of vision
ready to make and incision

Tonight I see contemplation
As I transverse your soul
There is some sort of bane
of origin very uncertain

You look in my eyes
Dig deep in my mind
Struck with an vision
Nothing but indecision

The light yellow silhouette
of a new flower up there
No caution of any kind
She was all in my mind