Crossing Over

winter fast approaches

mist hangs over the river

the breath of ghost’s past

drifts out my silent open mouth

winter comes

but not yet

standing on the banks

of the river that runs through life

rubicon or styx

the boatmen cometh

which ferry to take

I gaze across the river

sinking in the past and present

an uncertain future

Darlin' give me your kiss

only you understand

the summer sun breaks through

the red mist parts

I gaze upon your face

feel your breath across my cheek

Rubicon awaits

unfinished business in summer

cannot cross over ….



© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

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