On the other side

of this twilight bridge

where I am standing now,

there is a deep, dark and lovely

forest of stars-



on the other side

of this autumn bridge

where I am now standing,

there is vast, white and charming

fabric of rest-



this is a moment for celebration, for



there is a sun birth

and a spring birth

after this bridge journey ends-




Posted for my prompt ~ Bridge @ Poets United Midweek Motif