Stream of Consciousness
Flow the water mercurial,
lapping foreign shores;
in amniotic heaven,
endlessly explores.
Ripples ever growing,
spread in rainbow light,
expanding and refracting,
filtered clear and bright.
Connected to the babble
of the whispering water's voice;
plugged into the gentle
rushing symphony of noise.
Flow maternal tears,
streamed past lips upturned in smile;
pools and leas and waterfalls
for mile on mile on mile...
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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