Waterfall

Together, we flow into the water full
of thoughts and conceptions. I loved you
from that youth of ours; from those days
when I rambled about clearings and coverings
and shop parking lots, and brought you punnets of berries.
I rowed the canals of Britain with your memory,
and found my traces of joy in the fiction of your joy.
I'm alone now; there'll be another day or two to pass.
I'll climb the peaks and back down again, and,
by that bridge, and the little hut, I'll meet you, and
together, we'll go into the waterfall.