Adrift Poem by Frank William Finney

The steer with the bullhorn's
hoofed it home
Tonight we'll hear no more from him
Let him bellow at passengers in his dreams
More time to dream tomorrow.

Tonight the river moves a song
that moves the wind and the twinkling lights
like splashing oars that lift the night
and set it down on sparkling crowns
the song that moves the River of Kings.

All along the riverbanks,
the dragon boats are bouncing now
the smoke has vanished from their dens
Tonight we'll hear no more from them
till the water sneaks up to tickle their bellies.

Tonight the river moves a song
that moves the wind and twinkling lights
And would you sing if you were here
where the eastern Lethe meets Honalee?

And what would you sing on the ferry with me
between the warm dark wind and the Pier of the Moon?