The bridge between our hearts
as fine as spiderweb threads
Along it soldiers march
workers trample, children skip
with balls of light
cows graze, horses gallop
Between our hearts the bridge
is held by the Tree of Life
......
In recent years I had grown so forgetful, like noon without memory of night.
I forgot special events and sundry items, like books, my phone, or flashlight.
It was turning into a frightful nuisance, like long shadows chasing after gold,
And I sought to school myself into better habits, before older ones took hold.
My family tried to help aid my memory, with memo pads and daily planners,
Like one who embarks on a rigorous quest, until the mystery yields answers.
I resided in a beautiful, natural setting, near jade woods, a lake and a pond,
......
The bridge between our hearts
as fine as spiderweb threads
Along it soldiers march
workers trample, children skip
with balls of light
cows graze, horses gallop
Between our hearts the bridge
is held by the Tree of Life
......
In recent years I had grown so forgetful, like noon without memory of night.
I forgot special events and sundry items, like books, my phone, or flashlight.
It was turning into a frightful nuisance, like long shadows chasing after gold,
And I sought to school myself into better habits, before older ones took hold.
My family tried to help aid my memory, with memo pads and daily planners,
Like one who embarks on a rigorous quest, until the mystery yields answers.
I resided in a beautiful, natural setting, near jade woods, a lake and a pond,
......