Across the Bridge
Added 2023-12-07 04:06:23 +0000 UTCOn my first mourning, I knew another side existed.
Ethereal and beautiful I knew wherever they go it’ll be wonderful.
For the concept of time and age that poor soul knew it wanted to stop.
In a deep slumber, I came across a bridge seeing the past skip by.
A stream of sorrow under it, yet a happy shine glowed right above.
Wherever the bridge goes white flowers grow on the other side.
On the other side grows a field with a lonely pedestal within the grass.
What lies on top is a blue candle that lingers on an odd presence.
A sudden commotion began and the dream ended. He’s passing.
I sit in my grandmother’s chair next to him,
and across from us, a faint halo gleams towards me.
That’s all I need to know, that he’ll be safe.
For that entity will guide his spirit across the bridge.
