Rainbow Bridge

I felt the heavenly hands of rainbow bridge
take me, in all her majesty,
stringing myself high among the seeded life below
only to be dropped, so high,
from this place we first knew embrace.

We were young before we came upon this bridge,
young prophets dazed in the haze of no past to
reflect upon, no other such feelings being able to cushion the nest in our hearts.
We waved each other, to friends and such,
as victory batons, parading ceremoniously while shouting out:
"The hour is late, but love has not escaped these young bones yet!"
Oh, how we were young then, how we knew what we wanted and, accordingly,
what truly made us happy.
But one came to the bridge that night under a different guise--
one filled with contention, restlessness, hopelessness,
I was young then, young with open eyes,
and you saw the toil in my eyes that night and knew--
knew that upon rainbow bridge, her hands would slowly
lower us to the ground, and let us run again amongst the
rabble and raving in the cesspool of public opinion once more.
We were young then, and I could not see where my maidens hands would
guide me, and thus, upon my maidens bridge,
I let slip a chapter of my heart at the floorboards that made up the bridge,
letting the parchment fall below the cracks under our feet,
to the murky depths that was made up, only in solemn fragments,
of the tears of our love.

I watched the bridge, as time passed on slowly,
watched the bridge pass into non existence, as the young in the town grew older--
as you grew older, and moved past this town of ours.
I stayed behind, however,
I sat by the ailing bridge and wrote my works under the basking sunlight,
and the rain, the terrible days of rain to follow.
I never forgot what I let slip under the depths below the bridge
god knows how many nights ago,
I never forgave myself for what I had and lost that night--
your sweet, blue eyes come to me in my dreams,
haunting, cool, unwavering.
They come to me bearing no remorse, no pity,
and they come sweeping from such high place, to bring me this:
"Our time came and left us some time ago
yet you stall and wait for me through the warmth and the cold
but as people do, memories grow old
and I have moved on, and someday so will you."

I don't think I ever will move on, none the less,
like the bridge we once found our love upon, I too come
with my many imperfections, with my flaws as
age grips me tighter and tighter with each passing day.
I have come to understand what flaw is,
and have come to terms with many hearts and moments I've lost in my past,
but I can see a conch in the shallow waters of the beach side, among the sands,
and I can see a ruby placed in a stream among many common pebbles and stones,
and I know when I see love in a persons heart--
you still love me, and no matter how many moments have been piled upon your heart,
no matter how the caustic world around us has changed us both,
I know you still care, and upon this altar, upon rainbow bridge,
I stand and wait at sun's height for you one day to return,
return to that moment we shared so long ago,
return to that place you held your hand in mine
and looked at me, with those cool, blue eyes,
telling this poor, wasted soul that you loved me and, in return,
I told you I loved you too.

I came upon the bridge this morning to find
another board has fallen into the sullen creek below,
I fear the bridge that has so much to give has fallen into such disrepair and, thus,
time is edging closer to claiming her final victory over rainbow bridge.
I feel the chill of autumn luring me to my home,
where it is so warm and inviting.
Yet here my heart is, and so I wait,
and as the bridge and I fall into disrepair, we both pray to god for him to
stave off the moon, for just one night,
so I may have more spare change for time to wait for you on this
crack filled, imperfect bridge we nestled our lives upon.
I can't say I have all the time in the world, though,
but I would gladly trade the world for more time to wait for your beauty,
your perfection, your ever so tender grace.

I hold one hand of rainbow bridge, clutching it dear to my heart,
and I can only dream of the day I see you walking towards us in the distance,
to take your hand once more in mine and give into the love an ecstasy I know waits for us here.
I wait for the day we can hold each other near,
and slowly, through the groveling pace time has set,
fail calmly into disrepair together.