#ivan puig

And remember Time is another river. To know we stray like a river And our faces vanish like water.

A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he’s still left with his hands.

But stand brave, life-liver Bleeding out your days In the river of Time Stand brave: Time moves both ways

I say something to God, but he’s not a living thing, so I say it to the river, I say, I want to walk through this doorway but without all those ghosts on the edge, I want them to stay here. I want them to go on without me. I want them to burn in the water.

The dream of my life

is to lie down by a slow river

and stare at the light in the trees–

to learn something by being nothing

And I find you there in your country flair Middle of the river in a lawn chair With your wrinkled hands and your silver hair Leaving here soon and you know where To where the cattail sways with the lonesome loon You’ll be riding that train in late June