Meanders

Meanders...

Of everything that's fluid but not free flowing

Like we float on the surface of a much deeper existence

Like we float with the tides, and waves...

The water beneath us is deep and weary

The water beneath us is cold

Where do the rivers flow

The stories in their waves, the stories in their calm

Unheard, untold...

They drowned like little pebbles in deep waters

Slowly, like they were sinking into a dream 

Drifting away from everything near

Sinking away from everything dear

Some stories reached the river beds

Yet they didn't ever rest

With currents still flowing strong

They moved, and moved, and moved on...