Across the Bridge

Credit: Ratna Pochiraju
There it was, a stone bridgeFrozen in time, destined to stand Until the world no longer existedWas it a curse?Was it a boon?The trees wondered,Growing taller and strongerWith lush emerald leavesAs the years merged into one another; Together they forged a bondThat none seemed to understand Nor care.
The lake never rippledThe trees never swayedThe seasons paused eons agoWhile the wind died And the rains Weren’t even a distant dream;Was it magic?Was it witchcraft?Who knew the answer?Who spoke the truth?Lost in the land on unknown  Unmoving yet aliveInvisible yet unseenThe bridge waited Collecting stones of weary patienceUntil the prophecy would come trueAnd a pale shimmering lightWould break the spell By gliding across the bridge.######
Note: Looks like this uneven numbered stanzas are going to represent the rest of the month. Let's see.

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