Thought Patterns Poem by Phil Soar

My thoughts are like patterns
Drawn with an artistic flair
Across a canvas of dreams
Beyond feelings
Drifting
With an air of humility
Cascading through memories
Leaving imprints that are almost photographic

Sometimes I wish they would stop
So that I can relax in serenity
Not worrying about their details
No feelings to mix with reality
Just photographs
On a canvas of dreams
Cascading like a waterfall
Going nowhere
Except into a pool of expectation