When that sadness comes upon me <br /> <br />That mystic, mad melancholy; <br /> <br />When realization hits me <br /> <br />I am here, now, my body and bits of my soul <br /> <br />Some of it, but not the whole. <br /> <br />There are fragments of me left in this city <br /> <br />Bits of my heart, parts of my destiny <br /> <br />Brought me here; sometimes when beset by self-pity <br /> <br />Motes in my eyes, holes in my heart <br /> <br />Torn, torn, and almost forlorn. <br /> <br />Walking on a Parisian bridge <br /> <br />Stepping to another tune; wait a while: <br /> <br />A song is yet to be sung, let me wait for another rhyme. <br /> <br />There are clouds and there are dreams <br /> <br />Dreams, yes, as misty as those clouds; I, myself at times <br /> <br />Seeing myself walk on, walk on, plod. <br /> <br />There are bridges and some dreams <br /> <br />Still, there are paths to be trod. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bridge-some-dreams/
