Golden Reprieve

Like the river of gold I exhale in the twilight pause,
How strange the beauty unknown in mundane concerns,
Rushes to greet those that cast about in final merit,
Oh grim is this final contemplation on this bridge of sighs,
The abode of lovers and refugees of final flight,
Would motorist think me an odd contemplation in this pedestrian extreme?
Why would they,
They hasten to that which they would claim,
Bonds deeply shared in a more perfect world.
Ties that buffer the madness that now claims my fervent disregard.
But still.
Tired eyes look anew at beauty long since forgotten
Maybe,
I will simply go home and find merit in the small things,
Maybe I will greet the river below
Today… I think, golden rays will bleed me to another morrow.
Another sorrow.

©2016 Michael J Garland