A picture unfolds before my mind’s eye,
Where entwines the courses of Main and Rhine,
  Beneath a sun setting low in the sky,
When you and I witnessed the flow and shine
  Of moments that in innocence confide.

  Now I see the radiant face of joy!
I hear the current lapping at our feet;
  As the voice of some ancient siren’s ploy,
Whose echoes to restless spirits entreat,
  Beseeching love beneath her skirts safe hide.

  Now glide the alabaster swans on glass,
On the face of a golden mirror cast,
  Like concentric ripples that subtly pass
Into deepening eve – not meant to last,
  As lost memories that in dreams abide.

  Now we stand on the hazy banks of time,
Embarking from our port of flesh and bone,
  As the elements of some divine rhyme,
Rigged to sail on fleeting visions alone,
  Across endless stretches of cosmic tide.