The Waterfall

Do you remember the riverside?
Do you remember how it flickers?
Can you see the landscape in your mind,
As the pace of your boat so quickens?
The waters soft, and carries me so,
I put down my book, and look starboard.
I remember mountains, fields and roads.
Remembering where there are thoughts stored.
A trail behind me not enough to find,
To find me if I should lose my way,
Beneath me demons prepare to rock,
This boat, but I won’t let this boat sway.

There are jungles, way beyond my mind,
And there are fields with haystacks rolling.
The sea is calm as I find my soul,
These are the tales of childhoods growing.
Where ships sailed in oceans right next door,
And emptied by cars just driving through,
Where God’s small creatures would make you run,
As we dreamed the days and nighttime too.
When nothing mattered but living then,
And when tomorrow did not matter.
Do you remember the riverside?
When all you’d do is watch life scatter?

But then the seas began to sway more,
As the paths that once were joined fell foul,
And those two eyes made more look on me,
As I was given a painful scowl.
And the seas became rougher I weighed,
I’d sit for months and summers I’d miss.
On a sky blue day the rain would fall,
I would dream but would not dare to wish.
A lost youth among a thousand more,
Until a soul became a friendship.
Do you remember the riverside?
When the first yard was the hardest step?

Then was rough, but oceans calmed a while,
When I found a side that liked to show.
And fell for a beauty so divine,
But I that beauty had to let go.
But then a soul, I thought that I loved,
But was more afraid of life at night.
With all your fears and none to hold.
When the nearest shadows give a fright.
This love that brought me but loneliness,
Also gave me a precious gift,
Of Crossroads, resurrections – journeys,
To riversides making my heart lift.

I made myself a promise one day,
To write once more and if I should fail,
To never use my pencil again,
And to never tell another tale.
But a dawn came one September day,
When this promise had escaped my mind,
The tale held true and I was aloft,
I had done something I could not find.
For a moment I was truly strong,
I pass in a boat and stare in hope,
Do you remember that riverside?
When you discovered a way to cope?

And so my life was spent with beauty,
In my eyes and how I loved her so.
We promised to live eternally,
My life seemed to have found this thing – hope.
For so much life I blindly loved her,
And passed her indiscretions away,
But then a child became our new choice,
And seas were so chopped that darkened day.
I can never answer why she died,
Jenny, I mean, for she was our child.
But death we brought upon this angel,
As a storm engulfs this riverside.

I have lost all will and hope right now.
For I am alone with just myself.
All that was is once again no more.
So let my insanity engulf.
For I was cast aside despite love,
For my guilt for murder impending,
For I sit alone upon this boat.
And to Hells oceans I am sending.
I feel like plunging into the deep.
This waterfall is drowning my soul.
Do you remember the riverside?
I do, for it is not old.

Despite these waters I carry on.
For my boat has some life in it yet.
I have looked upon many landscapes,
And left some landscapes therew to forget.
For I amtrying to find this soul,
Who I am, who I was, who, I’ll be.
I am hoping to ask him some questions,
I hope I’ll be shown what I can be.
For I remember how it flickers,
And I remember the riverside,
And as the pace of my boat quickens,
The waterfall swims upon my mind.