My voice <br />builds a bridge <br /> <br />word <br />(by word) <br /> <br />thought arcing <br />through the air <br /> <br />defying the distance <br />between us <br /> <br />surprising birds <br />& clouds <br /> <br />reaching past Time <br />into the heart <br /> <br />of your mind. <br /> <br />This bridge wears <br />night well <br /> <br />throwing it about <br />itself like a shawl <br /> <br />the jewels <br />of you <br /> <br />its illuminations. <br /> <br />See now it is draped <br />in sunset <br /> <br />a solitary bird <br />(a poem in itself) <br /> <br />pinned like a broach <br />upon the dying light. <br /> <br />Meet me <br />where <br /> <br />here is there <br /> <br />& Time <br />is <br />nowhere <br /> <br />to be <br />found <br /> <br />here <br />on <br />this <br /> <br />bridge of sound <br /> <br />where words <br />become themselves.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/glass-most-voice-bridge-for-one/
