Moon on the river,
shadows in the trees,
whispers from the rushes,
echo on the breeze,
A figure 'neath the gaslamp,
inviting in it's glow,
halfway across the old stone bridge,
halfway between this world and hers,
no further can i go.
beautiful imagery...rivers separate people, bridges connect, but I guess you cannot cross over unless she meets you half-way...
Wonderfully written piece! ! ! It flows so beautifully.... Fantastic rhyming! ! ! Keep it up! -Pink Butterfly-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poems have a natural beauty which seems effortless, perfectly encapsulating the subject matter. This is another winner