Boats Against the Current

I remember, long ago When we sailed as chose ‘Til the last red petal fell From our glassy rose. We were as green as we were blind, Dreaming, hoping we would find The Straw to break our camel’s back, Crack the walls containing fact. But now it seems to me, my dear, Walls are closing in so near Trapping me alone, far from Our own island in the sun. In misery, I grab an oar, Paddle swiftly to our shore, And smile though I shiver Because I hear your laughter. The sun is red, the sea is blue The sky is ever dark’ning; Yet on I strive through endless black Toward the light, my darling. Is that your boat so far away? That massive gall’eon soars. Or is it my imagination That you parallel my course? In either case, I’m sure, my dove, Our roads will twine together: A meeting at the barr’ier’s foot Climbing to forever. My heart is singing out its song Across the violent waves, A-fishing in this stream of time For echoes of our love. And so I go a-rowing In my boat for one T’ward the green on the horizon Before the setting sun.