The River

The River

Through my dreams a river flows
As blood through veins, green fields
Make flesh, and shards of limestone
Frames of human bones

Through my dreams a river flows
As time runs through the minds of men
And joins the space that lies between
Life and death

Through my dreams a river flows
Reflecting light as pure as thought
Perceived from hills that touch a sky
Where spirits dwell

Through my dreams a river flows
As balm upon a sunburned skin
That soothes the ills of endless fight
And we are born again

(2008)

Theban Hills and Nile at Luxor, 2008

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