Moving over the bridge
two images sit at the far corners of the sand
hands in hand, lip on lip
like two shadows
each in other’s arms
Moving over the bridge I see,
full moon riding over the misty sky
smiling slightly with the teethless lips
Ages have gone by,
And history is repeated
“What you see tonight
was the dream of those two
ages before you were born, this city was born.”
Deads never tell the tales, but
your sense does!
Moving over the bridge, slowly… silently.
I think, that is true, ’cause
if sense doesn’t cheat
perhaps images would.
” This is written in an attempt to explore the link between an image and reality in the context of love and the human relationships that strictly come under its category. The impression of mind of the pair of lovers below the bridge on the sand are in fact the aspirations and cravings for care and love , in archetypal dimension…”
“Sense Betrays, Images Don’t” (c) Samir K. Dash: January 31st , 2004,
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