It’s been ages

To the River of Julius,
where on earth has your voice been?
leaving me to reminisce on the moons we once were,
do you still shine like Saturn
or still as smart as the numbers in the pi?
I do not know if I want to hear from you
but for each time I hear of distance
you pop my mind like the sun does at day.
are you still the sound of the night
or does your hand still throw shades of light?
are you a chief like me
or does your tongue wield fire like
from the days of old?
I still have your biscuit from back then
lurking in my memoirs, looking for your pockets.

Ruddapoet