Ritual beings

My brain had worked out what my eyes could fail to see
The truth was you would never give your self to me
I fell in love with you the first time and I could not even breathe
I heard your voice on the telephone the next day and I could not believe
We soon got together as the boat moved up the stream
The river got much larger and liars watched me take a dream
I looked at her for the final time as I knew it was never meant to be
I stayed on my boat for a thousand years seeing things I wished I'd never seen
When it was time for me to face the music I had forgotten where I'd been
As the boats came and went I would bow my head down because I felt a failure although later my fever had gone it seemed.