My voice
builds a bridge

word
(by word)

thought arcing
through the air

defying the distance
between us

surprising birds
& clouds

reaching past Time
into the heart

of your mind.

This bridge wears
night well

throwing it about
itself like a shawl

the jewels
of you

its illuminations.

See now it is draped
in sunset

a solitary bird
(a poem in itself)

pinned like a broach
upon the dying light.

Meet me
where

here is there

& Time
is
nowhere

to be
found

here
on
this

bridge of sound

where words
become themselves.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/glass-most-voice-bridge-for-one/