Monday, December 15, 2008

Upon Silent Bridges, and Dreaming....

A Dream of Snow-Covered Bridges

As we stand the snow falls thicker.
Your sleeve turns white.
My sleeve turns white.
They move between us like
snow-covered bridges.

But snow-covered bridges are frozen.
In here is living warmth.
Your arm is warm beneath the snow, and
a welcome weight on mine.

It snows and snows
upon silent bridges.
Bridges unknown to all.


~ Text: Chapter 12 in The Ice Palace by Tarjei Vesaas

~ Image: Isle of Staffa, Inner Hebrides, Scotland, Thomas Joshua Cooper, from the beautiful Dreaming the Gokstadt