Accross the bridge of time

Accross the bridge of time

across the bridge of time we roam the labyrinth  
of a dream.
Narrow streets of twisted steel  
covered in ash and shadows.

In the stillness
everything retreats into silence of dreams, amid  
facades of broken pillars left wayside to open  
graves
pillars carved in stone, desolate crumbled  
at the rivers edge. Wilted shadows over  
tombs of unburied lay in a nocturnal voice of  
fading roses.

Twisted in steel,  
the poppies speak for wounded souls  
as  soft hands of angles touch  
thier silent faces.

between the corridors of space  
and time a single stroke of a bell,
echos fades into the hearts it touches.  

Into depths of sleeping flames and blood  
lay naked in rubble by rivers bed, towers fallen  
on sound of doves wings the hand of death closes  
as hero's sleep and mothers weep. clocks stand  
still  Behind a rusted cross where flowers grew