River of years

Here you are now,

the future, grinning from ear to ear.

Your smiling eyes are as clear as cloudless weather.

My spring’s in hills of long ago

but you will flow to times beyond my reach.

Time is a bankless river,

there is no bridge to tell you as we go;

that each

will find and meet such loves, despairs and hopes,

you do not know.

 

Finding your way,

you splash and sparkle in the mountain air.

My stream is sluggish in a broad meander.

No rocks divert you yet,

breathtaking falls or deep dark pools delay.

For me, they’re a murmur of memory.

Flat estuary sounds are not far off,

the sea advancing.

Across the chasm my river of years has cut,

I watch you dancing.

 

 

© Adrian Campbell 1988