it's 3 o'clock
in the morning
a dream catcher
above my head

I'm dreaming
of a river
and how it flows
into the sea
and how my words
seem to flow
from some sea

it may be true
that I'm not
inspired
but when the river
stops
I dream about it
all the time

I sometimes
forget
and think
when I write
but then the river
stops
and so
I must leave
myself
again

my head
is not here

my body
just a shell

I sometimes
forget
and think
when I write
but then
the river
stops
and so
I leave
myself
again

swimming
upstream
to the sea
I forget
I'm going
to drown
if I don't
stop

but now
the river
is leading
into the morning
and when it stops
I know
the dry land
of the day
is not where
I belong

ah the river
sweet water
that stings

oh my soul
is my lonely
boat

when the river
cries
I cry
with these
words

and when
it gives
me
joy
I can't remember
what to say

very cool

Strength within sets the mind, body & soul at ease,, a flow of calm,, drifting all of yesture year away.... replenishes to flow once again

(((( Jimmy )))))

Let the river flow...

You guys make my river flow!
jimmy