The canal is quiet, boats are sleeping
Sunlight dances on still water
And in the hush of the day, secrets are keeping
As dreams once again are repeated
Banks of reeds whispered tales of old
Remembering begone days
When the canal held stories still untold
Of a hard existence afloat
But every ripple seen is a memory’s song
And when the canal is quite and boats sleep
In this solitude I know I belong
To a world where time travels slowly.