Those days ran by like the rushing water
Roaring over the dam:
I was tangled in your hair
And tangled still I am
In those twisting strands
Pouring over the brink,
Along your neck,
Beyond your shoulders,
Foaming on your back in a mist.
So helpless I, but so willing,
Swept by the currents away.
Now I see your face again
And hear the rushing water roar
And feel what I've always felt
But feel it even more.

Below the falls,
So far downstream,
Near the whirlpool that calls--
You're all I ever wanted,
All I ever wanted at all.
But all I'll ever have to hold
Is this photograph so old:
Time standing still,
And us standing together,
Young forever:
Songbirds in a distant summer,
Way back on that endless river.