The Stream Poem by Andrew Ahile

Even dawn does not clear the confusion
It goes to the stream to fetch fire
The truth almost an illusion
Seen by the dreamy eyes
In a sleep of reason, love and justice
Those eyes that recognize the stream that takes life
The know the fruits that bring life
But darkness blinds those who do not dream
And blinds even more those whose dream they do not seek
Who have forgotten the enemy
And now dine with it
Who think in the absence of the mind
Who have gone to the stream and have not returned
The stream that has made them precious fish
That stream has drowned their thought
That stream has drowned their history
The stream that will one day drown them.