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.
19 10 08
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The waters of two lochs mingle and glide beneath the stone bridge. Wild geese go in flight and the leaves blowing free are amazing. Wonderful imagery is drawn in this poem basing on perception of life around. Wise drafting is shared here.