The Other Shore

Wanderer in this world
me too I came back to this river
in need to build a bridge
from my past tenses
over his rummaged time

The small footbridge
was waiting for my steps
now only dust flows down
from the days where the river
was rolling on and turning
his big clock tower keys
heavy amid free storms
stirring murky waters

I’m crying in silence rough tears
mourning his lost seconds
wishing to trade my body for a ferry
gliding on cable chains
unlocking forever
the other shore’s road


Categories: My Poems in 2007 | Tags: , , , , , , | Leave a comment

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