Bridge Between

The light glints upon and along the appearance of calm at dawn,

Gilding a wooden bridge that over the serene a pathway lifts,

Not ruffling though shadowing the surface from above,

Where long reeds hang over delicate lilies,

To smell of their fragrance,

Perhaps over their beauty to fawn;

It is a bridge,

On one side receding darkness,

On the other coming light,

Between them tender plants rosy, green,

And a flowing water here lucid,

Here shadowed, here opaque,

Here bright!

With soft mists swirling between trees reaching high,

And wide as their smell clean,

Pillars enclosing the place where the world transitions,

Sheltered between;

Though the space is at times seemingly small,

The divide is there,

And the humble bridge joins the two halves of the world

This morning.