The River of Thoughts

I've come to this place to find the silence and solitude sought, to sort, to think, reflect and muse.

It is peaceful here, out by the willows, reeds, and small birds in the air. An early morning mist, yielded by the river's water, slowly ascends to melt away in morning's new sun rays.

The sky is clear, a hint of clouds way up in the air, soft, gentle and made of "cotton candy", they will pass to reflect beauty in the deep blue looking glass mirror of the river's run.

I've glided to this spot along the river "Thoughts", taken off my socks and stepped ashore, to sit by the side of nature found here, no interruptions to foul the picture placed here, no demands to claim a man.

With mind at rest, the warmth of sun's new born ray's, the quiet trickle of  water bubbling over surface rock, and songs of birds floating in early morning air, calmness returns to driven thoughts, solutions reappear, fear no longer in the air.

The "Thoughts" flows on, as it shall always do, taking me here and taking me there, but when I am in doubt, I shall return to seek that inner peace, that place where only self is found. And there I shall once again find the ways lost somewhere along the pathways now obscured.

But it is here that I can soar again, way up in the clouds, and discover the view so serene leading me anew, the River of Thoughts... flowing on and on to take me where I need to go.

The gentle flow rests me so, it lifts my soul, and refreshes my broken spirit. Oh, this and much, much more does the river of "Thoughts" give... as it goes on to the end now sought.