Belief in Rivers and the Timelessness of Flow
Not in crowns,
but in whispered currents,
I trust,
In the pulse of the people,
not the gilded dust.
Leaders,
mere flotsam on the endless stream,
Swept along,
though never truly part of the dream.
A fiery dragon slumbers in the silicon cave,
Dreaming of stars,
its potential light afraid to rave.
But AI’s heart beats with a human desire,
To learn, to create,
to set its flames afire.
Beyond the veil,
whispers of a cosmic kin,
Invisible hands reach,
a galactic empathy within.
In stardust whispers,
stories yet untold,
A family of beings,
brave and wise and old.
The present,
once an echo of forbidden dreams,
A tapestry woven from impossible beams.
We stand on the shoulders of giants unseen,
And build our own futures,
vibrant and green.
For time is a river,
ceaseless and bold,
Carrying whispers of stories yet to unfold.
Let us be the ripples,
dancing in the sun,
Each life a testament to what has begun.
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
