Set Adrift

Set Adrift 

A beautiful woman sat
By a shallow river
Watching her lover
Cross at low tide
Sparkling in the sun

He could walk on water
Or at least he
Pretended he could
It splashed around his
Ankles, cool, too cool 

He struggled to grow up
Clinging to his youth
Like a life preserver
She held the rope
To which it was attached

Now she had grown tired
Of the games she had
Been forced to play
It was time to throw
Away the rope and
Let him drift downstream