The River

From the well of origo,

the serpent of aeons flow

we have given you a name

Stream of Time you are called

from the depths of the earth

you flow straight through our lives

Like the stars adrift as guiding points,

you drift also from your source

always rolling on and on

Is there a purpose at your core?

If my words in solitude could have

lingered in these rooms

her visits may have been longer

Despite my efforts to bend the flow,

it's me that stretches thin

So tranquil is your surface,

everything is at peace, in your image

the calmness in your pace

may easily fool our minds

and you may turn upon us

Always out of reach and

always in the mirror

you run wild and far

the sky within your mirror

You run wild and far

and by your banks we may find rest at last

our common life is all there is

your soul equals our reflections

constantly you drift past us

With us, beneath us

upstream, downstream