TIED DOWN

i was there,beside the river ,
waiting for the move, 
across the stream, 
on the feverish motion.
dipping the feet,
 in the current, 
to feel the pulse 
of echoing vein, 
that contains the
 unsullied passion.
now the trance is
over.and sadly i
discover,that my boat
 is tied to the shore.
the dream can 
only weave the desires,
generating despair.
 so,now I'm waiting
 for the minute of 
eternal voyage,
 in rotten ecstasy
 and subdued hunger.