Time,The River

Too dark to see but I know you're there. wild wind blowing through your hair. Across the river,a white canoe, takes the rapids, straight and true. Waiting ,waiting,wait,I hear the deft approach......... I know it's you. Faintly in the dark of moon, I sense your presense in the gloom. The smell of woodsmoke like perfume, the heavy aura and the rune silibant inside my soul, saying now my half is whole. Your hand assures me to my place in front of your envisioned face, we strike out for the past again, Time, the river without end