Midnight Bridge

Midnight Bridge

I’m a temporary shade

In the endless ocean of color

Counting temporary visitors up my bay

Counting the habit of the falling yellow leaves

Their surrender to the wind

Counting the routine of blossoms emerging eagerness in spring

The rounding of a pebble’s celebration

In remembrance of the birthday away from the mountain

 

Slowly and bit by bit

We migrate back again

Like the birds to the other side of the moon

Crossing the midnight bridge

Where the habit of intuition

Rounds itself whole

Beaming out a glorious moon

In the darkest hour of a dream