Richard Dawson The Magic Bridge
There in sleep lies a magical bridge
Hidden in a grove of blossoming mist
At the heart of a very ancient wood
Traversing the blood of unborn children
We have a bond that can never be broken
An infinite pull of vanishing flesh
A galleon of leaves moving all across the marshes
Bury our ghosts into the future
The fish are nibbling at my toes
The trees are losing their colour
The loss grows stronger day by day
I don't know if I can
Get over this
We have a bond that can never be broken
A ribbon of moonlight tumbling from our lips
A magic bridge flowing through the silence
I don't know where we go
From here
