The Bridge Eternal

Night has fallen in silken silence
while the clouds blanket the sky.
There is a preternatural stillness
that makes me hold my breath

and right before I exhale
the first perfect flakes fall languidly
from the heavens and gently dust
my lashes and brows in crystalline glitter.

There is no chill in moments of perfection,
all discomforts disappear when magic
delicately caresses you and reminds you
that in the end it is these moments

you will call upon to give you strength
when you reach out peacefully to the
unknown on the other side of life.
It is a journey you will make alone

but you must be willing to remember
solitude does not mean you have been abandoned.
It is just the bridge between here and there
and you will walk the beauty of it with conviction,

flowing over with the all the love you hold,
while a luminous aura surrounds you
pulling you toward a cluster of stars
that have patiently awaited your arrival.

Reviews

[Philip Muls]

It brings peace to imagine the bridge you speak of. But will I walk the beauty of it with conviction, that I wonder. When the moment comes, I will need to reach deep for a conviction that I do not yet today feel at 50.

Strong piece, genuine and hopeful.

[icelandicblue]

If we are honest there are a few rare birds around us who hear death coming and welcome it. For now, for me it is what I would imagine it would be. I like working with images of snow and ice. Thank you for your kind review.

[Mark]

A peaceful write. Joyce used snow as a symbol of death, change.

[icelandicblue]

Hi Mark! Good to see you. There is something about the stillness of snow that seems to call death to it. It's like nature's cemetery.

[Mark]

yes, but it is also peaceful and mark the space between ending and beginning.

[Solar]

/Night has fallen in silken silence
while the clouds blanket the sky/

Beautiful! as is the bridge in this poem!

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much Solar.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Mmmmm ... this is so beautiful. I was immediately reminded of the ending to the movie, "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon," where Jen throws herself off the side of the mountain, sacrificing herself in order to please the gods. Your poem evokes that same feeling in me that seeing Jen free-floating through the mist evokes. It's a selfless act of relinquishing and letting go. The acceptance of it all is such freedom.

[icelandicblue]

I loved that movie. There is a time for everything and perhaps I am not cut out to rage against the dying of the light. Perhaps I believe we all carry a bit of that light in ourselves.I appreciate the time you take while commenting. You always know just the right things to say.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

but you must be willing to remember
solitude does not mean you have been abandoned.

A very profound poem... I especially love the part above.

[icelandicblue]

I think death might be just be one of the most profound acts of our lives. Final acts, when written well, at least should be. Thanks so much for your words.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

You are most welcome.

[David Scott]

I see you are deep in the past hoping it will bridge to the future. I believe it will.
Good to read you poetry again Blue. Even if it blankets the heart with a cool melancholy of questions, I find the write a calm reflection.
Best to you and yours.
Be well.

[icelandicblue]

HiYa David. There is always hope that bridges will lead us to another chapter. Thank you for your comments.

[emmajoy]

This lovely, spiritual poem sign-posts the route to absolute calm. If people read and read - and read it again, every tear and stressful feeling would evaporate and, that of course, is its intention. For me tis a moss-covered bridge leading to a meadow where smiling buttercups grow and daisies wave you welcome.

Your words are true poetry, beautiful, haunting. Sigh.

[icelandicblue]

I hope the journey will be a peaceful one, one filled with hope. Thanks so much emmajoy.

[TL Boehm]

oh this is beautiful and ephemeral like ice crystals in the sky on a quiet night. Just lovely - a poem to breathe in...and exhale...

[icelandicblue]

What a lovely thing to say. Thanks so much Tammy.

[Einstein Noodle]

beautiful ...just last night i stepped out on the deck and tho it wasn't snowing (we have about 12 inches on the ground) the silence you so well describe is the best part of winter for me ... and certainly the walk we will make must surely be led by that peace and (as you say) certainty ... putting this one in the ol' library for sure! nice emotive tranquil trip in the reading
E.

[icelandicblue]

AH THANKS SO MUCH EINSTEIN. I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THIS ONE.

[A hare off]

There is so much beauty in these words. There is a softness and and an uplifting warmth that flows through your wintered phrasing. So very positive and comforting. This felt very nice to read. It has a euphoric feel, as if I am floting as I read. Really good Icelandicblue.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so very much. There is something magical in stillness.