On water smooth as glass sentinels stand on mirrored floors as they float on life's illusion.

Flow

There is a stream of thought
running  through  me like water
no shape itself but conforming to
the channel of accumulated belief,
the dreams and experiences of my life
It's not all beauty, grace and mellow pace
The flow of my mind is sometimes smooth
and sometimes churning but always moving
inevitably down hill to an inevitable fall

© paul viel 2004