Bridging Time
Night’s song, soft and low,
bliss waits in open arms
Morning dew gently falls,
she returns to him once more
Their love has opened
time’s locked door
and brought her close again
To soothe her lover’s broken heart
as love bridged time for him
In dreams she touches
more than soul, in reality,
is she here?
Nirvana’s call is
her beating heart
he needs to
have her near…
Lynn West
(c) 2008
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