Thoughts flow within me Like an endless stream Drifting past the forest pines Touching the very heart of my soul Revealing my innermost dreams Making me free as a butterfly. My thoughts dance to the music of the wind in the trees the songs of the birds and the roar of waterfalls. Suddenly -- a storm crashes through Blocking out my peace with broken Dreams thundering inside me, Haunting memories flashing past like lightning Tears are raining upon my Peaceful, happy thoughts. The stream is now a broken mirror reflecting shattered images broken promises and a broken self. I hear music........ My soul is filling with harmony After each storm I gain new meaning and expression Yet my innermost dreams are still clinging While my rainbow of thoughts stretches Through my soul and beyond Glowing radiantly until -- I burst and feel and can be The inner me.
— Word Nerd, 1976