The Crossing

Nothing to find.
I'm rowing bones across the deep,
But I forgot the name I keep.
The dead all know where they belong; I've been with them all along,
All along.
A woman stepped into my boat; she looked at me began to quote,
"A ferryman who lost his way,
Who drowned before his wedding day." She said,
"Your bride still waits on land,
But she can't leave you understand." I told her,