Certain People

i have more to faith in rivers
            that blast against the rocks strong
                                               moving
                                    and alive
                         than frailing streams
                            or lakes
                   that never change
                                                 often
                    i see you in fields
            with their tide billowing
                        and i imagine
                             you
           may be the ones to plant a road
           that grows without cement
                                             i’d lend you tools
                                             i’d trade you time
but for all i keep that’s believing
                                             i would give
                                             and i would give
                                             and if
                         this is the first time we’ve met
                                 i can be no less glad

                                 i think i feel
                                      again
                         we’ll meet on a moon
                                             someday
                                                 a star and hello then
                                                                       hello