The bridge glows a subdued orange
Our whispers echo from its walls
If I could master all the bells
I’d backpedal to one hour ago.
An opened coffin completes the corridor
And time totters us to it
As if the cuckoo urged us on
Or hurled us through the air toward it.
Oh perfect minute, perfect night
Her presence stopped departing
One flesh one God one hope one life
And still the bells keep chiming.
Footsteps on the sidewalk rhymed
To the cuckoo’s perfect time
The effulgence placed within us lived
And now we strain to master time.
Many tried to part the chord
The umbilical between us;
That vein flows openly today
No one on earth shall cleave us.