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