The Call of the River & My Compass

The Call of the River

Here stands a bridge

Long, not tall.

Here stands a bridge,

I wonder why at all?

Here stands a bridge,

To stop me from a fall.

And yet here, with this bridge,

I cannot answer the River's Call.

My Compass

I walk under Shadow,

Above me a Grove of Green.

I walk over Sunlight,

Casting Patterns upon the Spotted Scene.

I walk towards Color;

Places I have never been.

I walk away from Glories,

That have yet to lose their sheen.

-Madelaine Irene