The River

There's no time for return
To an old dried river
And no one can fly
Being nurtured with filth.

A wish to go back
Is the first step of a search
If there was a life
You should use it in time
The best way to start
Is to remember a day
When the time was long
And the wind was so fast
While one was good
Two can take on more
But there was only one
Who always understood the whole
What once was yours
Remains with you forever
It's the highest reach
Of your greatest peak.

Your time likes to play
Changing words and faces
It can paint a moment
When the blood freezes
Travelling so far away
Can destroy those roots
That lived long ago
But can die now in you
Pictures of horizons
Are made by you alone
They draw different worlds
Or a lifeless space
Every fruit is good
When the source is clean
And then any deed
Stay eternally.