The River

I saw you naked just the other day...
Or was it many years before?
The river is forever downhill flowing,
And different branches we've explored...

Yet now we're standing on the shore...

Upon a gently-sloping gravel bank,
Once a year to drop a line
Into the swirling currents of the river,
Who's echoing laughs it has left behind...

When we were still green on the vine...
And now we're just bitter wine...

Staring at a distorted dancing image,
I almost see the boy I knew...
But when I turn to look into your distant eyes,
I see the dam that powers you...

And there's nothing left to do...
But get back in that canoe...
And ride the babbling currents

Until the river's flow is through...