Bridging the Gap...

A wooded night comes calling,
may the shooting stars be falling...

Will the hoot owl sound mournful
in his forever asking?...
the tasks are set but not yet met
a few things here and there to do
the wood is gathered, the tent is set
there is still time for some relaxing..

The spirits sense me,
they give me their intensity,
this union was born of the necessity
to understand my feelings
and the senses that reel
upon the meeting of the two worlds
i stand on the Bridge of Sighs,
forever wondering why
even though it is not important
for that is not the message being sent,
nor do i always know what was meant,
i just give in and relent
and allow the voices to comment
upon the folly we all see
but few notice...
07-04-10