The bridge of nowhere
Long long ago in the mystical city of nowhere over the meadows and over the country fair old white rickety bridge stretched for a mile. Best of its kind and better than most aisle....... Quite a few summer rays like rainbow halo reach, through canopy of leaves amidst northern breeze. An oak tree silently bowed down like a knight, deep in prayer meditating on mystical true light..... Underneath,a brook ran for the rendezvous to embrace it's lover across mountain blue. A pelican ever so stealthy look upon it's prey while a melange of fishes swim in an array......... On bridge, clandestinely a he and she hold hands. A blush, a yes soon the sorrowed heart mends. Vows and promises made; sealed on that very bridge, A nightingale presiding agreed in perfect pitch........ At dusk play of colors against the bridge solitary, a perfect utopian exhibition of nature's mystery. The poet smiled for the fortunate stroke of serendipity, how could she ...