Take me to the river
Or the lake
On the water,
Where we can watch old men fish
And make wishes,
Sending them off
into the sun.
Take me to
where I can see the trees
on a hill
from where I lay
in a little red boat,
where frogs belt out a
Curious call,
And bare feet splash
in muddy marshes.
Where clouds shaped like sea horses
Become whales
And turtles before our eyes,
Floating on and on and on and
Ongoing if we would
only stop measuring time.
And the depths
To where my slippery sword
Slashes the ripples,
reaching beneath the surface;
Where I’ll keep my hands apart,
arms out.
So that we’ll glide and collide,
we’ll follow and lead;
our little boat dance
would go on forever,
like the reflection that earth paints for the sky.