The Broken Bridge

When you stood on the bridge
He alone stood firmly by your side.
When you almost fell off the edge
That courage he never tried to hide.

With his artful kind and peaceful mind
The Portrait belongs to you uncovered.
Standing framed between the gap of time.
A great portion his remedy delivered.

From meager bushel to unique diversity.
While the world jostle, with hard tussle
He came welding the spear of destiny
To banish fears and expel the struggle.

Together you walked across the bridge.
And past each other quietly on the journey
To the place where serenity now engage
Taking all the pain and hurt into tranquility 

Going through past the present, to the future
Leaving broken dreams of shared embraces
With the fragments of life, you remained true.
But some dreams stayed in shattered pieces.

Lay down into a room and put away the gloom
For all men of this great statue have a flaw,
But let your beauty and your smile be seen.
And all shall be renewed like giving a new law.

As the rambling air of the dark imagery dies,
The forces of peace in nature takes its last gasp
To leave nothing for you but vague memories.
With the chilled blood the aching heart will rasp.

Binding the recoiling years that sealed the tear.
Of Shadow-souls left on the broken bridge
They clung to final rites with all intrepid fear.
Still, a desirous wish to see the best of age.

Beyond the immortal gate, in a resurrection state 
Unfinished deeds spread over dispersal realms,
Where timeless eternity awakes in slumber fate
And unite spirits to mend their broken dreams.
 
From memories to boundaries, we glimpse,
The soul putting the pieces back into places.
With soft borne ashes blowing cool kisses  
To their names and never-ending voices.