The River With A Different Shore

The river that had A different shore Often has a call, wilder, And attracted me ever, closer. Gone are those days, The days of slumber, The Sun has risen above The zenith of a loser. Farther the horizon is Further moves the desire, Flatter is the life, sans love, Its wings lack the feathers. My words that remain unsaid, When my boat starts to sink Down the lane of memory Your image starts to blink. I know you're gone Beyond my fingers' reach. Like a river of time and space, That flows towards the beach. Once in life we had, Enough of moments we lost, Both of us then crazed To dwell on the other coast. One of the shores was there Where you built one, your own, And on the other shore I was torn and you won. Nobody looked at us Nor did anyone know. All the sands came down, Before I'd melt that snow. The fog of silence did What our enemies never, The beads of glass broke Swept my tears to the shore. Rains of warmth we sipped Waves of time we bathedin, All those pearls of dreams Froze into a shore uneven. We had sung so many Such bluesongs of desire On the same boat, to ferry Across our Time's shore.