Along the Riverbanks
Upon a murky river floats
A lonely man in lonely boat
The two raft down between the trees
That grow of the water from under the sea
A lonely sailor, nude and slept
Without companion, without unrest
His head strewn back upon the wood
His thoughts but mists of relaxed moods
A cigarette in hand and breath
Made of the plant at water's edge
And as he floats his sight's corrupt
The trees become bent and abrupt
And yet they flow and flutter by
Their branches spiral toward the sky
The water would ripple and earth would shake
The vines would slither as coiling snakes
An owl had seen him sit upright
And stare toward a birthing light
A blueish orb winked from the sky
And lit the bending path he tried
And in this moment, realized
That with this glint in his eye
No matter how far away from home
The man would never be alone.