I dreamt I saw you. Perhaps I did see you in the distance of my imagination. And I caught the moment stilled in shock and held on to it.
SometimesI will climb so high that I’ll have no way back, no wish to go back only to stay above it all.
I look into the river and see myself in reflection. Colorfast but unstable, I move helplessly in it’s flow. I am constantly being moved and changed,
Where shall I sit in this place I don’t know. Which side of the aisle Should I be.
Moments passed. She spread her hands, arms outstretched. A helpless gesture of excuse me, what can I do?
Hand in hand. Quiet footsteps that didn’t break the silence. She looked up at me and smiled.
Perhaps I did see you in the distance of my imagination.
My life has not been changed. All is the same. So why the difference now that you're really in the past,
They say you have a magic tongue that can weave the words falling from your mouth into tapestries laced with gold thread.
Tell me, mirror, which face do you see behind the glass?
We will wait for the tide to turn. It will carry us away wave after wave gathering up the debris which surrounds us sucking it up like so much dust
Water Under The Bridge The Canadian canoe submerged as we got in too clumsily. The cushions brought thoughtfully for comfort were soaked along with everything else. Then we discovered that we were unable to coordinate our paddling so moving along…