Bridges Across Time

A tangled web we weave

In fleeting moments of anger

We build what I call

Bridges across time

Endless efforts to secure

The very thing that we endanger

Leaves us breaking away

To keep our frame of mind

Fearing loss of independence

We’re quick to take a stand

Wounding ever fragile egos

One really must be kind

Suddenly it’s later

We’re walking hand in hand

Wandering through the years

Over bridges across time

©Dani Heart

5-23-1986

Winds of Discord

The winds of discord are warm, arid, and empty;

Like the vacancy of places long since abandoned where the only thing louder than the silence is the eerie rustling of things left unsettled…

Unlike the fresh cool breezes of spring or the invigorating first flurries of winter these tepid dusty winds offer no comfort as they fail to lift and carry away the heaviness on my heart.

©Dani

Nov 15, 2021