Now

Now is here
To take me to tomorrow,
Young ages grow older
Black turning to grey.
I once crawled to reach
Where to I now run
Never ending, constantly;
The river flows quietly,
Dipped my feet
Found it too cold
I cannot wash myself clean.
I see your face, a reflection of the past,
Gather the images in the sand
Sieve the memories
Roughened by time
Glistening though.
My time may come
I will leave behind quietly
Carry not my body but my memories
Do not bury it or burn it
Take it home with you
I will meet you on the other side of the river
The boat comes only once.