As I sit by this stream of endless thoughts, passing by as I am taught to listen as they are brought to me then fade away for nougat, these waterfalls of thoughts. <br /> <br />O how I love to be in this Place, were words fall from hidden place, <br />barely keep pace with thoughts, <br /> <br />Mysterious mystical yet creative waves, pushing through my thoughts and vanes, as I ride the rapids raging waves, as they spill out across the faceless page, these waterfalls of thoughts. <br /> <br />Where words Collide with worlds divided it's wisdom's pearls that stir my observant soul to row up this stream. <br /> <br />And I am the only audience to write down these true fluid events, as stream of consciousness rush pass as fast as fast can comprehend, <br />knowing if I don't catch these waves of words and thoughts then non of them be heard nor taught, these waterfalls of thoughts, <br /> <br /> <br />As I sit by this stream of endless thoughts, passing by as I am taught to listen as they are brought to me then fade away for nougat, <br /> <br />These waterfalls of thoughts.<br /><br />Paul Cutting<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waterfalls-6/
