[Sphinx01]

Meeting at the Bridge:


From one to the next they appeared
the same/ To the eyes of men/
But the traveler sees with blind sight
And so each is recognized for it’s
Own beauties and pleasures/ Each
Presenting its own chance for freedom/

At last he approaches/ The mystery of a world
Enchanted by its own allure/ Seeing in itself
A dark serenity/…And there she stood- Beckoning
Him without words or gestures…not even a gaze to
Acknowledge his presence/ He spoke…she returned
His words with small conversation/ He bowed- and
Thus she allowed him to enter her world…if only for a short time/

From one to the next they appeared
the same/ To the eyes of men/
All the same but this/ This offered beauty…this
One offered adventure/ This offered him a glimpse
Of the Goddess in her world/ However brief his stay-
The traveler would call this world home/ Though he sought other
World…to this he returned..always