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
Humankind rarely accepts the reality of life having become so enamoured with itself it thinks the world revolves around them. It is a pity more of us don’t look at ourselves and realize we are the most dangerous of animals.
Nature provides a bridge to cross from night to day and between the seasons. I like the ending as it becomes about what is on the other side once the bridge has been crossed.
This is incredibly stunning, Sumana! ❤️ I love; “a deep, dark and lovely forest of stars,” sigh .. there is so much beauty in the world and yet mankind doesn’t have the sense to appreciate it.
This is very peaceful and lovely, Sumana – a contemplation, in our twilight years, of what lies on the other side of that bridge.
So peaceful, makes me want to close my eyes.
I love your bridge, your forest of stars, and the white fabric-wonderful to read!
Such a beautiful contemplation. And this moment is a gift for us all to marvel at and be grateful for what we see around. Because “after this bridge journey ends” Well written, Sumana!
“there is a sun birth
and a spring birth
after this bridge journey ends”
There sure is Very beautiful
Always another bridge–to stars, to winter, to spring and all–are they all ours? or does the knowledge that the other bridges exist allow us to dream and then to rest a long rest? I found my self thinking of resurrection while reading this calm and deceptively simple poem.
Right you are 🙂
Such vivid imagery, birthing all sorts of warming thought–I love the idea of a “forest of stars”.
Sumana,
I love your bridge views and the point to where the crossing of this bridge has taken you.
A reflection upon life itself…beautiful:)
This is a beautiful, contemplative poem, Sumana.
So beautiful!
Fabric of rest, forest of stars—how inviting!