Poetry

Monday, 7 October 2019

Take me to the bridge

Take me to the bridge
The cusp of your desire
Take me to the meeting point
Between your life and hell fire
And all the sacred archetypes
Of a thousand walls of fire
Take me to the bridge
To watch the water quench your ire

Your flowers are keeping well
-Well they are dead
Preserved forever
In the land of your head
Yes well if you only knew how much
They mean to me
Ah throw those petals down
To the bowels of the sea

They walked on the promenade
Next to the Danube
The trams were rolling over
The dams rolled like thunder
And the Korean drums rolled on
A rumbling under
Margit Hid's arches
To the questions
No-one can answer

Throw down your flowers
Throw them down to me
Leave them on the watery grave
No need for sympathy
Life moves on like this river
Its the only constancy
Just let your petals fall
Into my sea

We followed their parade
Down the streets of liberty
Where many had overcome
The forces of Tyranny
But all those sorts were put into shade
By the circumstances of chance
That no-one could have foreseen
How the river boats would dance

There are no words that can put
The truth out there
There is only mystery
No answers to despair
And if you try to put a finger on
A certain melancholy key
It will move out from under you
Like the waves of the sea

Ah throw your petals down
For the souls that have drowned
Throw them in the water
That was their funeral ground
The ceremony is over and now
The only sound
Is the rumble of the trams
Playing thunder
The rumble of the drums beating thunder
The rumble of the river rolling under
The bridge
The bridge
That bridge

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