To: w_over_w; All
Bridge of Relief
You are my bridge
spanning onto new plateaus
over patches of rough water
open chasms of peril and fear
with you near me...
I have no dread of tomorrow
or of cold black nights
or of holding ceremonies
from dusk til dawn
you are my dusk, my dawn
my past and my future...
you are the ceremony...
by bentfeather (c) 2003
This poem was written here at FR in the Old Belvedere Lounge, The Poetry Branch of Free Republic.
I wrote it in twenty minutes.
45 posted on
03/11/2006 9:40:05 AM PST by
Soaring Feather
(Women Poets Rock the Babies, Baby Rocks the poet.)
To: bentfeather
I've read it a dozen times and get a different perspective each time. There's much to a bridge.
58 posted on
03/11/2006 6:59:31 PM PST by
w_over_w
(The more things change the more they stay the same. ~Bentfeather~)
To: bentfeather
109 posted on
03/12/2006 8:46:05 PM PST by
snippy_about_it
(Fall in --> The FReeper Foxhole. America's History. America's Soul.)
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