Home Down That River Poem by Mark Heathcote

In the moonlight, there's a river
That guides with me
Swift as a rising wave
Where I fall newly delivered
Like a man who's been saved

In the moonlight, there's a river
Where the songs
Of forever
Come to pass, oh! Oh!
Like some hot healing—fever lasting forever.

Oh, here I am at last
Oh, here I am healed at last
Oh, here I am saved
From the dark lord of the night
When a man loses his sight
He sinks into the dregs of his heart
Into dungeons of the dark knight.

Oh—
I am healed at last?
I am no longer one of those forgotten souls
On a journey across the ocean waves, home.

Oh, am I caught in the maelstrom of a lover's eye?
Drowning where the shadows hold
The weight of an anchor
In whose winding sheets of death
Do the demon monsters moan, what to do?
Or how or who to wail when they cry
And pray for their souls to die.

Oh in the moonlight there's a river
And it's never been so lucid or so clear
Oh honey when I dream
I dream I'm nearing near
I dream of coming home.

Home down that river
Like a man who's been saved
Home down that river
That guides with me
With mumbling words of a sage!
Swift as a rising wave
Home down that river
To the comfort of a new undying age
Home down that river
Like a man who's been saved.