Solemn Stream

Written in my mind
Are words I seek to find
In a transit state
Waiting to take flight
Not just any prose
The kind that can expose
The inner truths I see
Subjective though they be
A kind of revelation
Elicit or narration
The page a conduit
For carried contemplation
In order to set free
Things that had to be
Within a solemn stream
Of pearls half buried