A River Runs Through Heart

A River Runs Through Heart

I awake from pill-slumber,

my mind full of sand

and my heart fog-heavy.

Before long,

a river runs through heart,

cleansing her of sorrows

and giving her clean light

to bathe in.

I feel the ideas

pour into my head like water

from a bucket

as the light-colour parade

dances by, all beings

luminous with laughter

and dressed in the humour of heaven.

The knowledge-keepers

travel through in multi-coloured garb,

followed by pale sages

on a wisdom quest,

those who learn to give way

to the children of tomorrow

when they discover

that everything they thought they knew

about their Universe

was the folk tale of a lost, forlorn era.