My poem for Day 27 of National Poetry Month.
Blind to the Bridge
Bask in the dawn
in her warm, bountiful kiss,
as the sirens ever beckon you
Come blind to the bridge
where you fall
Savour the splendid beauty
of the sky and the season’s stars,
hear their enticing song
Step blind to the bridge
where you fall
Glory in the harvest
in the last days of summer
You cannot drown the voices
Stumble blind to the bridge
where you fall
Feel the embittered cold
deep down into your bones
Heed the sirens’ last call
Crawl blind to the bridge
where you fall
© A. F. Stewart 2016 All Rights Reserved
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