Something Unseen Touches a Flower to My Forehead

In the middle of my wondering mind Sits an image so familiar On a soft green something unseen Touches a flower to, Touches a flower to, Touches a flower to, Touches a flower to my forehead. In the corner of my wondering mind Sits an image that I focus on I sit forward (?) something invisible Touches a flower to, Touches a flower to, Touches a flower to, Touches a flower to my forehead.