I Watch The River Of Thoughts Passing By Poem by Patti Masterman

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.