Her simple lines reflected on
The river’s silent water
Were layered stone
and gentle arch.
Just as the sunlight caught her
I saw the shadow of
someone
Who came to meet another
And saw once more a memory
Of brother
greeting brother.
I heard a voice from older days
Saw a little bridge
worth crossing
Leading me to other realms
Where dreams become
engrossing.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
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