Bridge of Time

 

Into the misty morning she stepped

Cautiously at first

For her thoughts were as cluttered

As the forest’s depths swallowing

Existence

 

In a chilling dew

Long blonde hair clung

To the softness of her face;

Gently yet firmly

As she had done to him

At another time which now

Seemed so very distant to her

 

No visible sky for the overbearance

Of pines and oaks towering above

Obscured her vision

But not a memory was blurred

 

She wandered for a time

In calm yet not at rest

Engulfed rather in this

Cloud of limbo

The forest and her mind

 

The echo of a morning bird’s

Sweetness broke the silence

Drawing nearer

Driving the mist high above

The mountains where blue

And white air swirled majestically

Challenged by a brilliance of rising sun

 

There stood a bridge

Arched in stone and mortar

Hinting a tale of long ago

When horsemen rode across

Its heavy wooden planks

 

To their maidens or to war?

She fell victim to its lure

As she had done with him

Making her way toward the

Brooding medieval structure

The wind grew wild

Whipping gleaming strands of hair

Into a furious mane

She was overcome

As she had been with him

 

Strides quickening

Within moments a

Damp, gritty ledge

Brushed her palm

With a story that was

Good, and warm, overflowing

With kindness and love

As the feelings she remembered

Foreign to her at this time

 

There she poised in awe,

Watching

Listening

Waiting…

 

As she had done with him

 

The magic of those days took flight

With beautiful vengeance

As images soared

She sighed

 

The view across the way

Was splendid

Emerald grass danced

With invitation

Flaming colors

Of rainbow petals

Beckoned as his call

 

Dreams blended into

Reality and she awoke

As she had done with him

 

She never made it to the

Other side of that old bridge