Dunstan River

Dunstan River of thee I write Thy waters gurgling through the night I did not return to thee that day For I was suddenly pulled away My home was not a constant place And friendships never deep I was a boy with only a familiar face And fleetive memories to keep I know then best the quiet room The quiet trees in the woodlands gloom The salt sea rocks where I came To dream of Dunstan river's claim For nothing owned that had not loved me Nothing ever can, but that river Was a discovery un-exhausted, a secrecy Not well explored ... a memory owning me forever O must got there again. I must Wade in and feel the lips of water lust Softly for my feet, and part its breasts So my head between them may rest And go to sleep, and go to sleep On an evening when only the birds sing And children still the peanut reap And the river, the river a long, long string