Don’t wait for me there
Posing elegantly on the bridge
This boy’s too young for it
He’s young for a fantasy land
I can see you waiting for me
^^
Don’t take him with you
To get lost in the wild woods
The smooth grasslands of yours
I know you want me with you
In a place full of smiles.
^^^
O the breezy scented air
The fragrance of your skin
Who’ll ever forget you!
You hold him so tenderly
But it’s time for him to go
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O the beautiful bridge
Separating you and me
O the beautiful bridge
Where we say goodbye
And where we meet again
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But for now, loosen him
From your caressing hands
You know it’s time now to say
Goodbye beautiful bridge.
Goodbye you mystery girl
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The girl on the bridge road
The bridge in my dreams
Goodbye, you mystery girl!
Goodbye beautiful Bridge Road
About The Beautiful Bridge:
In the early 2000s, I met a girl in my dream who became my surreal but dream girl. Yes, not the dream girl whom we really see. She’s that kind of a girl someone would really love to meet in reality. She told me her name but I forgot to note it down, let me put it this way for now.
Yet she becomes a trouble when I unknowingly develop the norm of comparing my lovers with her. It is not because I wanted to be with her all the time. However, I was too consumed by her charming and loveable beauty, and the moments we spent together in my dreams.
That time I found it strange to see the same girl night after night in my dream. She happened to tell me her name, which I could not recall in its entirety. We have been to several places where she takes me to fantasy lands – lofty but smooth mountains, the carpeted valleys, and market places filled with beautiful eateries and hanging drapes around the corner.
If ever possible I always want to keep it a secret because of the fear that people might think I have gone mad. I don’t know the reason for all these encounters in my dream. but during that time I visited the Indo-Myanmar border where I spent a good amount of time. It necessarily is not the cause of it although I suffered high-grade fever and the rare malaria of the time.
Goodbye:
At a certain point in my life, I knew I have to bid her goodbye. Especially after I found my ladylove in reality. My decision of writing a book on my time with her sounds absurd to me for now.
I have kept this goodbye poem a secret for a long time since I have written it during the time it troubled me. You will possibly know the reason, I guess!
Some time ago I did NOT get to meet her anymore. I don’t want to mention it but I missed the places we have been to. It sounded strange but I am simply putting it out here. Praying in the name of Jesus did the work for us. Since my wife prayed to God for her to get over me, we bid goodbye on that Beautiful Bridge Road!
P.S This is a strange post. If you are reading, I must thank you!
What an intriguing post.
Yes, indeed!
And, on that bridge she said, “I’m sorry we have to say goodbye. But I will not forget you!’