A Place in My Mind

In the West where the tears smash in ocean waves,
while in the East the darkened eyes peering out of caves,
below stirs rivers streaming in curves,
reflected circles of vultures within the ripple serves,
dry pain brush tree leaves bristle the sky,
painting clouds as they pass effortlessly by,
swirls of dust in winds of whirl,
the same path of the hair on a beautiful girl,
streams of water taken to drink,
what a beautiful place to think.