Words are Flowing

This stream-of-mind
The word-smith kind
The way these waters seek to find
The words and paths that wend and wind
Meander, ever, toward the sea
Adjoining rivers, more than me
Combining efforts - tumultuously.
But fluid is fluid so fluently
Expressing over the rocks and stones
Constant and consonant levels and tones
Now murmuring, babbling, crashing
To a break --

Water and wyrds, they
Flow till they
Fall

What's the destined design
To this Stream of Mine
Will we continue to find
This stream-of-mind