Bridge Of Dreams Poem by Anna Ragin

Bridge Of Dreams



I’m standing beside a stream
I sit and start to dream

Of loving open arms
That will protect me from all harm

Teach me everthing I need to know
Love me always and help me grow

See me as beautiful in their eyes
Not the eyes of the world

Love me for being me
Not deeds to get in free

I wake still sitting and gaze across the water
How can I get across and manage not to falter

I could swim across
But if I drown, it would be for loss

I can walk on the rocks, that will do
But those rocks can be so spread out and few

Maybe I could swing from the trees
But that’s not for me

I sat and watched the birds fly by
And was almost asleep when a man walked by

“May I help you? ” I asked puzzled and confused
“no, do you think I need help” the man accused

He told me of a far better method of crossing the stream
I nodded and said “ I see what you mean”

The man told me of a perfect bridge
It was quite a long walk and then over the ridge

It wounded so simple but there was just one little thing
For the bridge to hold me up, I had to believe

“Believe in what” I asked the thin air
For the man was gone, he hadn’t left even a hair

So I wandered up and down the stream
For so long, I wondered if it was all a bad dream

Until I came across the man again
I stopped him and asked “would you help me, friend”

I’ve been searching for this bridge day in and day out
But I think that I took the wrong route

I haven’t seen even the slightest trace
Of the bridge that will give me grace

He told me again, the story of the bridge
And this time I truly listened

I got it, I understood
But still I thought of nothing good

The man disappeared without a trace
I didn’t even remember his face

I searched day in and day out
For the bridge that could get me out

To get to that bridge, whatever it may be
And finding everything it can offer to me

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