Poem Lost in the Labyrinth of Thought

I wander deep in tangled streams,
Where ideas drift like half-formed dreams.
Each whisper stirs a ripple wide,
A quiet swell, a hidden tide.

Through misted realms and shadowed light,
I chase the spark, just out of sight.
A thousand paths, all yet untread,
They spiral softly in my head.

Some thoughts are clear, like crystal pools,
While others twist like secret rules,
A maze that winds through silent doors,
Unlocking realms, revealing more.

Yet as I delve and deeper fall,
I lose the start, the path, the call.
The answers slip beyond my reach,
Like shells submerged beneath the beach.

And still I search, though reason wanes,
In wordless awe and wonder’s chains.
For though I’m lost, I feel alive,
In ideas that pulse, that breathe, that thrive.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie