Thoughts trickle like drops of rain
Into a stream that flows
Throughout my whole,
An empty chill that bathes
My senseless in soulful music.
Interconnected and intertwined
Imaginings of inferred data
Pooled and pulled
From the recesses and recession
Of the heart and mind flow
Ever gently
Colliding softly
Almost daintily
Faint whispers of vague notions
And subsets of subconscious wanderings.
This is how you’ve captured me
And willingly I’ll abide these rivers,
Till they run me dry.
Moonlit Poetry 