Lucid Dreams

A small figure walks the root-made bridges that hang over clouds and broken voids. The world is lucid here: everything seen with the chill clarity of a dream that knows it is dreaming. Old ships hover below like discarded fates, awaiting a tide that will never return. I first drew these crossings as a child; only later was I told they might be death itself, the quiet traffic between lives. Perhaps. What I know is the solitude: parallel travellers never met, messages never sent. The bridges persist, and so does the walking -calm, relentless, and, like death, inevitable.

 

 

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A small figure walks the root-made bridges that hang over clouds and broken voids. The world is lucid here: everything seen with the chill clarity of a dream that knows it is dreaming. Old ships hover below like discarded fates, awaiting a tide that will never return. I first drew these crossings as a child; only later was I told they might be death itself, the quiet traffic between lives. Perhaps. What I know is the solitude: parallel travellers never met, messages never sent. The bridges persist, and so does the walking -calm, relentless, and, like death, inevitable.

Bridges Above the Clouds

[Verse]
Steps on roots where echoes shiver
Wind hums low like a lost believer
A bridge of bark above the deep unknown

[Pre-chorus]
Mountains whisper
Shadows bend
No beginning
No clear end

[Chorus]
Bridges above the clouds they lead
To nowhere
To somewhere
To all we need
The air is thin
The world feels wide
One step forward
Nowhere to hide

[Verse 2]
Stone knocks like the pulse of time
Wood creaks
A hymn
A mournful rhyme
Each gust a ghost
Each gust a guide

[Pre-chorus]
The sacred weight
It pulls
It sways
The endless march through wind-torn haze

[Chorus]
Bridges above the clouds they lead
To nowhere
To somewhere
To all we need
The air is thin
The world feels wide
One step forward
Nowhere to hide