My complex river course

I hear your call!
I hear it far away
I hear it break the circle
Of these crouching hills.

I want to view your face again
and feel your cold embrace
and inhale your breath
Like the trees to watch

My mirrored self unfold
And span my days with
Songs from the lips of dawn.
I hear your lapping call!
I hear it coming through

invoking the ghost of a child
where river birds hail
your silver surface flow.

Is ceaseless flow impels
my found'ring canoe down
it's inevitable course.

And each dying year
brings near the sea-bird call,
the final call that waves
and breaks in two the curtain
Of silence of my upturned canoe.

O incomprehensible God!
Shall my pilot be
my inborn stars to that
final call to thee?

O my river's complex course.