Wading In Coolest Streams of Subconscious Delights

Wading In Coolest Streams Of Subconscious Delights Often I wish my life had been a lost feather, blowing up high within a sea swept moaning gale. Lost but quite content in such furious weather spirit justly weighted upon a cosmic scale. Often this young heart seeks even greater release wading in coolest streams of subconscious delights. Seeking love and joy greater than a golden fleece rapture, tender arms of my lover winter nights. R.J. Lindley Simple Rhymes from (Words From My Muse) Private Journal June 24th, 1972 Note: Written many, many centuries ago it now seems.. Forty-five years have now flown by as if a fleeting summer breeze.