Crossing a Bridge at Twilight

Last night, we crossed the bay,
Past six, and very cold,
Seen only outlines dim,
Cast off into the dark.

Tween where we were and are,
Mien frozen or relaxed,
Caught laughing or reclined,
Lean, anxious and adrift.

Bought time, but never love,
Fought off, and often slept,
But always in the heart
Sought what was good and best.

Rut dug, and then indwelled,
Shut down, shut off, shut in —-
What matters now is love,
What matters now
Is love

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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