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Meeting on a Bridge (Thursday, August 9, 2012)
it is an earlier time
when good wood and stone
were the body and soul of human dwellings
i am a young poet,
walking in the woods towards
a wooden bridge,
i see three men of
my acquaintance at the mid point
i know them as the brothers of Raven,
a Dark Auburn haired rubenesque maiden of green eyes and flashing intelligence that has, of late, enflamed my heart and soul
I am on the way to meet her,
and our relationship was quite cordial 'ere-now
i give them a hail and well met,
they do not respond in quite the same way
While acknowledging that she is the one in control,
They tell me that i need to leave Raven alone,
I tell them that, i cannot, in good conscience accede to their demands.
It is up and over the side then, as i am thrown.
the landing is less than spectacular, as i dash my head on a stone
The last sight that i see is a vision of Dark Auburn hair and Green Eyes.
as i find my way to another bridge
------------------------------------------------
vast time and lives later,
i am wondering if they were not,
quite, her brothers
and were just no longer willing to share?
and was their intent to scare or kill?
I think that i had the first version of this dream shortly after i met her...
it is probably what told me that i would never have her all to my self,
and would always need to be willing to share...
or maybe it was just that i was already reading perilous waters.
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