Harp-shaped path
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
I sit upon a bench
so cold
Beneath
the winter’s grasp I fold
And gaze upon
the arched bridge near
A harp-shaped path
so pure
so clear
The river whispers
soft and slow
Its waters twirl
its currents flow
A symbol carved
in iron bright
Of songs once sung
in long lost night
But in my heart
a question stirs
What is love
my soul confers?
Is it the bridge
so full of grace
Or fleeting thoughts
that time erase?
Is love the way
the river bends
The journeys past
the roads that end?
Or is it found
in silence deep
In memories
that wake from sleep?
The harp-shaped bridge
the river’s song
Both carry me
where I belong
But love
I feel it not in gold
But in the moments
left untold
What is love?
I do not know
But on this bench
my heart will grow