Those days ran by like rushing water
Roaring over the dam
I was tangled in your hair
And tangled still I am
In those twisting strands
Pouring over the brink
Along your neck
Beyond your shoulders
Foaming on your back in a mist.
So helpless I, but so willing
Swept by the currents away.
Once again I see your face
And hear the rushing water roar
And feel what I've always felt
But feel it even more.

Below the falls,
So far downstream--
Near the whirlpool that calls--
You're all I ever wanted,
All I ever wanted at all.
But all I'll ever have to hold
Is this photograph, so old:
Time standing still,
And us standing together,
Young forever,
Songbirds in a distant summer,
Way back on that endless river.