passing through the fields of reeds

from the river to the desert  
we breathe the field of reeds  
 
as the sent in the air changes  
our life rearranges  
 
adapts as we bop bouncing  
like snakes navigating a river  
 
trusting our truths        only  
to shed our character  
 
so we arrive where the river runs  
to kiss the deserts mouth
 
conscious of our death
drowned by love in birth