There is no tethering a thought

There is no tethering a thought

Windless days are little hindrance

As the stream flows

Endlessly on

There is no conscious effort

Ideas form and are dispersed

Barely grasped

Rarely understood

Until they fragment

What is the point of it

When a lasting impression

Is less than the distance between

One peak and another

Its depth no deeper

Than a shallow trough

A flight of fancy

Brooks no boundary

It will just take you there

Where ever

Is still a destination

Chosen

Or is it a mystery tour

When the outcome is a surprise

The world seen through new eyes

How much more beautiful

Is an idea

When it is realised

Glimpsed from all sides

Refracted and magnified

Allowed to fly

Untethered

The danger in free thinking

Under dramatized

Is that how wonderful

Things happen

Beauty is born?

There are few truths

But those formed close

To the heart

Are catalysts for change

They are the colours of love

Their image will

Fill a canvas

Upon which you can

Create a new world.