I Watch The River Of Thoughts Passing By

I watch the river of thoughts passing by, For the soul always restlessly searches For one more breath of that fleeting beauty While air can still sustain this expiring body Searching too, for that rare being Who can place words so I'll recognize Things in the stillness of my own river As it wanders ocean to ocean, shore to shore. In the never-sleeping deepness of the bottom Artifacts move in a slowed motion In deepest imponderable being And take much longer to arrive; Though sometimes, a Hallelujah! Breaks the surface, and a piece of truth That you always knew was missing Returns to you once more.