A Journey of Love: The Rainbow Bridge Poem

On the quiet morning of this silent day,

To the whispers of love that began to play,

The rainbow bridge poem wove—a story,

For hearts content—and never did worry.

Farewell to where the mists into each other blend,

The journeys made—at the breaking of the day,

For every soul, the rainbow bridge would gently say,

To the land—every soul, at last, doth find its stay.

Where stars unfold and sunlight dims,

Softly hymns the rainbow bridge poem,

To the place of dissolution of pain

And, likewise, sorrow’s gentle resolution of all.

In this unending, never-lighted span,

Where noche and dia cannot wedge a stand,

The peace and love that poem speaks of, calls

A love that never lets loose from love’s thralls.

Not severed could our love stand to be,

The rainbow bridge poems says forcefully so,

And in the in-between of every line it weaves,

Is the love that is truly divine.

In every moment that the rainbow bridge poem reiterates,

Feel the warmth of every hearth, that wants to tell a tale, sublimes

The truth, a bell, the rainbow bridge poems rings,

The sky, forever blue, a promise sings,

Forever shall the love of place here be,

From past to future, from the land to sea.

Be this your guide, the rainbow bridge poem,

In every turn and ebb of tide and spume,

For on the other side awaits your kin,

And land in which your every dream will swim.