Bridge Of Dreams Poem by jim hogg

Beneath this stone bridge that we stood upon once
the waters of two lochs mingle and glide
weaving a flowing concerto of life
out of the world it reflects from above:

wild geese in flight and the leaves blowing free,
the falling of chestnuts through red and through green,
a fox at the edge there unsettling the scene
pink streaks of sunset that flare and soon fade
as they strive to gird the sky in vain -
to bind together the near and the far
upon this stone bridge that we stood upon once

And away from the arch, away from this dream
two lovers, though parted, still reflect,
on the bridge over what might have been.

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