Life is a riverbed
Wider than anything
What we can with our lesser
Words mention
Its waters flow
Through our bodies
The same longing carries
Over ebbs and flows
Experience writes our faces with stories
Bloomings and wanings mark its words
And as night comes, with stars on her lap
We spit fire towards the darkness
Life must be led
Where one is born
In this only world
That is or will be
Same skies over the days
of laughter or tears
an unseen spirit
reflects on the stream
A river is our life, among changing currents
Everlasting, until we sink to meet our ghosts