Bridge of Time

If I could span the bridge of time

Between what we’ve become

What secrets would the trip reveal?

In travelling to and from



I had a troubling dream last night

My throat was blocked by wire

I pulled and pulled the twisted mass

The pile of waste got higher



The road of gold is but veneer

Coal lies ‘neath the surface

The pick we use to mine the ore

Defines our life and purpose



Storm tides pound that timeless bridge

Winds of change relentless

Cruel fates await our retraced steps

To rend our journey senseless



About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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2 Responses to Bridge of Time

  1. Paulina Angela says:

    feels ominous. yet beautiful as always

    Liked by 1 person

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