When I Slumber Where Rushing Waters Play

When I Slumber Where Rushing Waters Play As my worries invade my tortured mind I wake to find another place to be Misery and despair both so unkind sending me racing to be gone and free I run to the nearest water flowing soothing sounds blast into inner spirit Even better if soft breeze a blowing comfort abounds whenever I hear it Soft waves of time ebb and begin to stop gurgling sounds grab onto wings of my soul All my loves racing upward to the top like waters rushing out of gaping hole Man's spirit latches on to such great gifts Racing waters sends treasure that uplifts Robert J. Lindley, 04-06-2015 EDIT( This poem has been chosen for future publication at Whispers.com) Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 101 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Note: Wrote this today from memory of a night drive to my favorite spot by the river long ago. That night I had a vexing problem that was eating my soul and needed a remedy. I went to that favorite spot to think. And later that night the solution came to me as if by magic. Something about that spot is magical. Its not just my imagination...