Warm Falling Rivers

Inside grains of self are moving As sands change their rigid form, Ideas ingrained buried deep forever Will shift and loose for the setting storm. The rising, drifting, coiling air, Meandering scent that change has come, As more and more the grains in eddy Stir the thoughts that become undone. Doctrines learned, intransience felt, Embedded minds that never shift, Shudder from the torrents current As flowing feelings make them drift. Those philosophies that convenience phrased That tricked one’s mind with clever words, Wash away in rhetorical floods This that kept our lives interred. And is this life, or could there be another When party lines the sands uncover, The past that said how things should be Erodes away as truth breaks free. More into flow causing banks and swirls Entrenchments choke as dogma drowns, Child who made their lies his pearls Sails high upon this flooded ground. Now defiance quelled with defeating tide Those retreating falsehoods that despise, Warm falling rivers from emotion’s yawn As the gasping man, Is finally born.