It led the way before me:
cool, and dark
an unending ribbon of night
stretching to meet the horizon.
Its waters had captured an image of heaven –
toying with its lights,
setting the stars to dancing
and making of the moon
a disk of liquid silver.
What fish gathered below,
I wondered?
what denizens of the mighty river
to contemplate my evening ride?
Yet the boat leapt on, quick prow
slicing through the splashing black;
my face catching the wind
and those untamed waters, my soul.
cool, and dark
an unending ribbon of night
stretching to meet the horizon.
Its waters had captured an image of heaven –
toying with its lights,
setting the stars to dancing
and making of the moon
a disk of liquid silver.
What fish gathered below,
I wondered?
what denizens of the mighty river
to contemplate my evening ride?
Yet the boat leapt on, quick prow
slicing through the splashing black;
my face catching the wind
and those untamed waters, my soul.