Moon crossed the night
I saw her first through branches not yet bare
but shivered in cold winter bright
brave reds and yellows holding there
like fluttered wings that proved the wind
made a song upon the winter air
and moon rose above the trees
painted them in pale white glow
rooftops made a portrait frame to tease
the hurried night, rushing on to tomorrow
that will not wait, I watch the hours passsing by
and beams that hold the world so still
silent flow of silver glows sends thoughts stirring
to an empty place each heart would fill
a distance of birth, for we are creatures of broken strings
Love is a bridge of light
connecting lives just as Stars blend soon
to become a stream by distant sight
and shed night fire upon unseen moons
like bright fires that travel the endless cold
the enduring answer to why we are here
the one meaning our lives can forever hold
as night holds gentler Sun to fill winter air
boundless, journey of soul, stays within... a flightless dove
to stand upon a bridge of love, to cross a bridge of love.
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