LIQUID THOUGHT

Upon a whispering willows breath
my soul was carried away
The tide took care to ease my pain
with its slow and monotonous rock
With current and wind
my heart did float
no ship to take it too far
Yet far did it travel
and with wings did it fly
from my heart to a constant thought
does the current that it took
to a place in my mind
mark a path which others have walked?
No, and again, no others will go
down this river of liquid thought