Currents of Memory

River runs slow

Green on the edges

Sky in the middle

You in the edges of my mind

Driftwood and feathers

Catch on a crooked stone

I touch the water

It feels like a hand I used to hold

River of time

Carrying our shadows by

Every little whisper

Slips beneath the tide

Names on the current

Faces in the shine

I lose you

I find you

In the river of time

Old tales circle

In the swirl by the fallen tree

Laughter from summers

I thought were gone for good

Your note in a bottle

Words blurred

But the hurt still clear

The glass keeps shining

As it slowly disappears

What do you keep

What do you bury

When the bank gives way

All these quiet echoes

Calling my name

Then washing it away