Thoughts Meandering.

Thoughts meandering,
On a river of subconscious verse.
A motion for a notion,
Of unfulfilled liaisons,
Between memory and fact.
Too many meanings,
The poets curse,
Has seen me slip behind.
And litany’s and melodies,
Play havoc with my mind.
A punnet for a sonnet,
A play about a priest.
A painting to believe in,
Of believers at a feast.
Thoughts meandering,
On a stream of unwritten rhyme.
There’s a island in the future,
Where I may garner some relief.
If only I can bridge the gap,
Between fantasy and belief.