Bridge
Bridge beheld,
Flowing to the verdant meadow
Flowerful, Fading
Where I was buried
Lost in a universe within an embrace,
Seeking the sun, In a mist of midnight.
Tear-trodden trail torn by time,
Above the crystal current as it curls
Legs within the winding water,
Listening to the sea swash,
As it slays the sleeping silence.
The wave bed is crowned with brumes,
Cool clouds combing the bridge
Like a silent shower, a gathering of ghosts
Wandering through the wind,
The steel spirit stands alone,
Bridge into bones,
A fossil forgotten,
Rusting, rotting
Dissolving as the sea sweeps by,
Stretched the more time flies
Until finally it dies
The forgotten field forfeits its blossoms,
It lays as empty as my hand.
Aspen Duscha is a coffee-loving poet who in addition to gathering books loves to gather words and discover the world around them.
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