From the time...

From the time we went down to

The river, and the time

Before that, when we 

Swam the dark waters

Simple and wild and free.

When the hope burbled up, 

And the trees draped their leaves 

On the waters, and 

We laughed, 

At each other, 

In our skin

And our joyful abandon.

And then is now back then before

And now is the time thereafter

And in-between are the moments 

Upon which we gnaw,

Tough old bones and gristle.

But there was once a time, in time, 

When we swam and we laughed

And the leaves twirled slowly

And buried branches jagged on our feet.

That time is now past 

It's washed through and

Gone by with the dreams that 

Once held us.

Yet we live on and we look for 

That river anew,

For those moments,

Bright dazzled moments 

Upon which we yearn 

To hinge our time.

Filled with motes drifting by

On dappled light soaring up

And sinking down into the mud

And distant call of birdsong chorus.