The River Song

The Eastern sky and its crescent moon
 Illuminated the river and its spring the pure
 My forsaken raft, just a distant shade
 While the day was crawling into its grave
 Down at a dry branch a girl named Mary
 Stumbled over a dead oak tree trunk full of water
 She led me down to this old stump to see
 That the river did wear our countenance
 I felt warm honey lips and angel hair
 Her gifted hands did find that wound
 An obscure hole underneath my breast of pain
 Where she warmed my heart and gave me peace
 A new raft was built, yes, it took us forth
 Downriver we reached the bank of Bordertown
 September, an ancient house, I married my girl
 Then we kissed in that sunny courtyard garden
 And that rising stream teared us away
 The years went by, truly nothing of note
 Summer was gone and our fall came soon
 We held hands and feared the river's final bed
 Indeed, the river mouth we reached someday
 It was our port, the beauty of a quiet ocean
 Where the river's singing filled our hearts
 A bolted door did open those glowing paths