Riverbank Mud

Washed in by a flood
Like a boat in the trees
Red riverbank mud
And the demons he flees
Below swaying boat
Burned by love's desire
Yet dreams stay afloat
Beside his bonfire
Young teens out to play
Turn adventure to discovery
Find love in their day
From such surprise is no recovery
Must take the boat to mudbank
Confounding innocence
By the deepest needs so frank
Coals of elder wisdom
Salted words boxing the ears
Discard cries for freedom
Concretizing their own fears
Yet young desires drive on
Pillaging parts and pulling hope down
To the riverbank mud