THE BRIDGE OF THE MORNING STAR

Written by: Matthew Brackley

To rest awhile

In my Moondust’s arms

In a meadow of flowers

A shady tree

Watching her smile

 

I wove star flowers

In to her hair

She wove me into her heart

Never such love, so rare

Could be

In a meadow of flowers

 

We talked and sang

Until the sun set low

Fires lit, in reds and golds

Of loves’ glow

We slept

In blue wool

and silver stars

Amongst its’ folds

 

The first bird called to me

I looked up

Saw the first morning star

Shining steadily

 

Across the meadow

Above the trees

The early light

Caught the flash

Of the birds’ wing in flight

 

I woke my Moondust

Across the meadow

Is the way

The bird showed me

In its’ flight

Guiding us today

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We walked through

The flowers of the meadow

Moondusts’ horse followed behind

In that early sunglow

 

The rush of water could be heard from afar

The meadow ended too soon

The stream could be soon

Upon it…..

The Bridge of the Morning Star

 

Of ancient oak tree

Carved with magical hands

Its’ trusses carved with birds

On each rail, silver stars were inlaid 

A beautiful canopy of redwood

Completed this crossing

Carved on it, ancient words

“The Morning Star”

 

The bridge

of The Morning Star

As soon as the sun rose

Like The Morning Star

The bridge faded too

In the coming of daylight