So many paths not takenSo many words unsaid-Though I travel far,they bind meIn a web of golden threadI can hear a far-off callingAs the water flows aheadI an waiting for the river-manIn the hidden riverbedOn the bank,three women passingThey measure time for me-In the mirror of the waterThey can but darkly seeI will walk beyond the meadowsWith a child in either handThrough the river's many shadowsWe will pass from land to landAll the promises unspokenLie like fallen leaves on the groundBut the thread is still unbrokenAnd the hidden may be foundWhen the wheeling birds are leavingThey pass the sinking sunWe will travel with the river-manUntil time and time is run.