Water Under My Bridge

 

My memories trickle fast past beneath my feet.

On my quiet bridge, dost I see them off in graceful replete.

And so lovely a place is this, unethical be it to shed a single tear.

And to no longer in anguish pine, this place dost to me endear.

And for my love I chased away sinister dragons, for so long they did hath me stressed.

Such a long, cold while did they haunt my dreams; no longer in my mind dost they nest.

And Darkness, that for so long drowned me, his unfriendly hands oft danced upon my throat.

With a sound sword, I felled him to pasts so far and coldly remote.

These things I did with a strength I’ve not felt in years,

But be not fooled, for it is not all as it first appears.

For these feats I’ve accomplished I could ne’er have done on my own.

In fact, if it weren’t for my dearest love, I’d likely still be laying vulnerably prone.

For he was my strength to chase away dragons, the artisan of such a lovely bridge, my arm to fight off a dark foe,

So do not upon me, I pray, praise bestow.

Look you instead at my lovely bridge, what pride I feel to atop it sit,

Amongst jasmine and orchids, such a dreamy haze dost it emit.

And alas, my pride lies not in such a pretty picture, for without my love it would be not complete.

For atop this bridge, in the circle of his arms comes the source of such graceful replete.

For together, no matter any troubles I should face, or how oft I find myself lost upon a ridge,

Never shall I fear, for I’ll always find myself in the arms of my love, watching it all turn to water under my bridge.

Alyssa M. Gandolfi

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

A Delightful Read!
Thank you for your entry into my
"Poetry of Love" contest!
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[Sunshine Raines]

Very nicely done, I enjoyed the read. S.R.

[Orlando Murcia]

Very original!!
I absolutely loved

Great write!!

Orlando M.