River of Faces

The river of faces flows

Ebbing now, eroding then,

And I suffer silent blows

‘Til I meet the water’s bend

But I, aghast, now see much more

The river never comes to end

The silent waters I did implore

To not cause my mind to rend

Such easy words, a quaint request

No more mem’ries I need lend

But, alas, at my behest,

My broken reflection did not mend

I know not what I see in there

I fear it’s beyond my ken

Shifting tides and pretty eyes

—And the flow reverses again.

If I swim here, I cannot fare,

Making its own twists and bends

But by these waters, I do swear,

It’s not here that I’ll meet my end!