Thursday, September 3, 2009

Meeting on Bridges

Glimmering ghosts,
Chatter in the night.

Drinking black tea,
I feel sudden fright.


We met a thousand times,
Bridges were the best.

Casting off cares,
Loving all the rest.


Falling forever,
Synchronized gyres,
We held hands,
Into the fires.


Salamanders danced
Through your eyes,
While I floated
Away to the skies.


I let you go,
The bridge said so.

Now all is woe.
The last word is NO.

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