Night. <br />Silver meanders downstream... <br />no moon tonight. <br />Bridging of worlds, the veil <br />has parted, closed. <br />Night. <br /> <br />Bridge. <br />Bringing two roads <br />together... <br />opening, closing, <br />for the third... <br />passing through. <br />Bridge. <br /> <br />Is Charon peering <br />over my shoulder... <br />whispering, <br />'You pass all over, <br />on, the water. <br />Where are the coins? ' <br />Coins... <br /> <br />Is he speaking of <br />coins for the dead... <br />or the living dead... <br /> <br />All pass this <br />Night... <br />as surely as I, <br />parting veils unseen, <br />wait the Dawn.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bridging-of-thoughts/
