The two hungry rivers met at last
In moments glassed
They came into each other
The two hungry rivers
The dark air looked on
The darker rooms lit fireworks
Sparkling knife and fork
The train moved slow and fast
The path
Devoid of all math
As long as it can last
Through the pine and hills
Rain arrives and falls
Until the basin fills
And the two rivers
They shout they sing in crimson thrill
In pink oxygen their lungs they fill
Time stands still
Sometimes time does stop
To gaze and taste the honey drop