RedRavenPoems

I’ve long pondered the wonder of nature, that is the thoughts one holds.

They way they change form, drift to new shapes. Like liquid changing form.

Sometimes they are ethereal. Beyond our grasp again.

Like mist filled visions that we fail to touch. Or the clouds that blot the sky.

Always above, always in our sight. Yet beyond our skill to grasp.

At others they are rolling waves, crashing over the mind.

They sweep through us in torrential bursts, destroying all they find.

And yet still they change again. To something new yet still the same.

They become frigid and cold. They become glacial and bold.

They freeze us to our marrow. Make the blood to ice. And in these moments they devour us.

It is their ultimate delight.

So, what are these thoughts. Can they be pinned down? I think not.

For they ebb. They flow. They continue onward always. They teach, we learn. The few things they show.