The Other Shore

Wanderer in this world

me too I came back to this river

in need to build a bridge

from my past tenses

over his rummaged time

 

The small footbridge

was waiting for my steps

now only dust flows down

from the days where the river

was rolling on and turning

his big clock tower keys

heavy amid free storms

stirring murky waters

 

I’m crying in silence rough tears

mourning his lost seconds

wishing to trade my body for a ferry

gliding on cable chains

unlocking forever

the other shore’s roads

 

 

(2007)

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Okay...I said I was going but this was still open in another window. Stunning and deep with meaning and heart. Difficult to express the feeling I have now...recognition of secret thoughts, tingling warmth, resonance, perhaps.

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

this poem is from my earlier writes...I have changed since then. I am happy you found here some emotional resonance.

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Yes.