Barefoot Poetry

SS Matthews

A Bridge to Cross


One dream ago
I misplaced my path
And wandered through a fog,
To where chanting winds
Sing rocks to sand
As beds of ancient soil.

Scorched by fears
And worries of frost,
I happened upon myself
Sitting silent drinking sky
Not caring what was lost.

I rose and looked me in the eye
Then with familiar hands,
Spun an arcing thin mirage
To poise across the span.

This bridge above the arid waste
Of all my secret strife,
Forms within and flows without
To an oasis I call life.

No spoken word said I to me
But something was revealed.
Across the bridge, myself then walked
The rest my lips conceal.

But of the flower I must tell
Which thrives in barren soil,
Beneath a sky that never rains
On a land of ceaseless toil.

SS Matthews


Author: SSMatthews

Author of The Moon and Rowan Wolfe and Wolfe's Banes.

6 thoughts on “A Bridge to Cross

  1. I am so happy to have you at prompt again and with a knockout entry! I love the mystical feeling and the tone of the poem, absolutely beautiful Scott

  2. This is just beautiful, really is.

  3. simply the best i’ve ever come across!!!

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