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We met on Brooklyn Bridge
on a beautiful spring day,
you are searching for a street
I am admiring the bay.
You approach me silently
ask for directions
with a voice so deep so husky,
I feel a ramble of emotions,
so powerful so overwhelming
that I can't move nor utter a word
just kept mumbling and starring,
that's not me, its absurd!!
You are hooked as well
by the look of your smile,
gently you brush my face
our eyes riveted for awhile.
For just a fleeting moment
I swim in a lake of tranquility,
you stay still without a movement
serene we absorb the intense beauty.
Each other sensing a deep purpose to our encounter,
it was not by accident that we met
we know that all happens for a reason, its what matters
even if we don't know it yet.
The almond tree in the park nearby
has a very peculiar pagoda shape,
for it grows out of a single stem from the top center,
when the stem reaches a desired height,
it sends horizontal drapes.
The leaves at the end of the branch form a rosette
the songbird build a nest in a branch
the sweet perfume feels the air.
Peregrine falcons leave their nest in the bridge
to soar and glide high above
so graceful, so majestic, free, beautiful
a blissful, sight for the eyes to see God's handiwork.
Such an uplifting feeling of awe
that I shed tears in my mind,
you smile at me and draw me close
in an embrace we bind.
Merche DemBar
10/12/10