The morning comes with an evocative mist
I begin to ascend the steps
with the scent of a presence
somewhere along my way.
The shadows are hidden,
even the sounds muffled
The woods are lying around me
mysterious, quiet.
Somewhere like a rainbow
the bridge will end like a dream.

there at the end unseen, i imagine a woman weaving dreams
Her skillful fingers deftly spin
around two needles,
like her breath moving in and out.
Between the pause, the significant, rhythmic pause
she sees beautiful spaces of love,
filled with surprizes which her memory
working in a blissful harmony
with her wondrous mind,
works into a tapestry of magical codes
 a seamstress of endless threads of words

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