by Dorothy Cantwell
Oh, if the life we know is not a river but an ocean
And past collides with present, heedless of time and space
And molecules and memories move in perpetual motion
No journey to the sea but just a vast commotion
Of intermingling currents that no banks nor shore encase
If the life we know is not a river but an ocean
To touch again those loved and lost might be a lucid notion
As in our dreams we often meet our childhood face to face
And molecules and memories move in perpetual motion
No loss of love nor waning of devotion
As ardent breaths exchange in the kiss of a lovers’ embrace
If the life we know is not a river but an ocean
A tear shed into Galilee in a torrent of emotion
Now swirls around my feet as an ancient wave scatters its lace
And molecules and memories move in perpetual motion
The moon pulled tides rise and fall in harmonic motion
Could pure desire from ageless love this blood red wine displace
If the life we know is not a river but an ocean
And molecules and memories move in perpetual motion