Journey's End

 

Time, swift river, runs into the night,
reflects the stars' dim, wavering light,
bends images, breaks them up
and scatters fragments into space.

I have ridden terrible white waters,
spent hours idly on long stretches
where the river shone like glass -
a mirror in which to see
blue sky and white clouds above me.

Yonder, the dark river's bend
beckons, my long journey's end.