Bridgeless Bound
A lonely path across the hills
Calls back to me on nights of woe
In hope that its fair scent fulfills
More needs than even I would know.
A lonely glimmer in the vale
Reminds me often of your life,
And that I may not ever fail
To break despair’s unwieldy knife.
I pass my days and wait to hear
The charming solace of your voice
While hope’s thin clouds are chased by fear:
There’s naught in which I can rejoice.
The moon has risen and then set
More times than I might care to count
Since you were forced to pay your debt
To death’s unending, bridgeless bound.
And yet, I sense, a trace remains
Of you, your beauty, and your charm
And though, admittedly, this pains,
I know it makes life’s winter warm.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
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