There used to be a river here.
Flowing in between our bordering territories. A neutral ground where all things that grow come together.
We used to watch the words go with the current of steady silence.
We used to reach out with our hands to feel its calmness and be tempted by its depth...
like roots that seeped in, emerging only to bloom.
But the waves of change called out like the ranging ocean
And we both stood still from a distance
as we watched the river dry up till all that was left behind was an empty bed.
But listen... the ocean is calling again.
And it sings the riversong, in a language of foreign lands. A sound so familiar, but new.
So I began a voyage towards a call that comes from an unknown beyond.
And there, I found much fertile land...
And the river, it is everflowing.