Across The Bridge

From far beyond the veil of sleep

some ancient voice does seem

to whisper my forgotten name

weakly, yet solemnly.

So remotely that one might think

it had been but a dream,

echo of some illusive call

of fleeting memory.

Yes, to believe such vain idea

no problem it would be,

if there was not this inscrutable

unrest within me...

As if out of the deepest sea

some creature seeks to rise,

to wish its long denied existance

back into my life.

My secret name is whispered

by a half-forgotten sigh

and out of nothing, across my face,

which is all petrified.

Hot tears are running without end.

A deeply troubling pain

pulls me together inwardly,

to be no more the same...

From far beyond the veil of sleep

some tune, ne'er before heard,

is trav'lling on a fragile breath,

to shake my frozen world.