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.
2007
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