Forgotten Place

My mind is gone,
A hole in its place,
A vacant room occupying its place.
"Where has it gone?" one may ask,
For my mind may wander at any given task,
Mine has left me on a trip of its own,
Probably going to find another home.
Once more a mind does go,
A whispering waif in a drift of snow,
Seeking back to the dawn of time,
Looking for a similar mind.
Mine has gone,
To never return,
The hole it left continues to burn.
Do not fret,
For though it is gone,
In its memory it left me with song.
My mind may have left,
Its time is through,
For in its song,
It sang about you.