Bridge Two Poems

(Ancient poems, not normally named, after working names were given to them by Alphans. List as known to the Alphans after the end of the mission.)

 

The Introduction

The rage of star giants,
the sun of faded glory,
planet of the bridges,
with the ring of station,
rotting cities in desert,
the frozen city of old,
the key to safe passage,
a city and its opposite,
one of need, one of past.

 

The Details

World of three dawns:
hideously long blue,
the short orange'red,
and never-comes white.
The desert is damp with
the silence of the city.
Cracked yet not cored,
curves and branchings,
cackles of the cold.
Breathings and bumps
across the glass ring.
Locked museums stand;
noise, static, dynamic.
dead/Alive, cold/Warm.
All can see a lost past,
others cannot touch.

 

The Rapids

Trailing edge, the turbulence gathers, swirls,
forged randomness from order from chaos,
fierce sign of the true escape,
to places beyond guessing,
random, random, random,
to uncertain safety,
the grandest risk.

 

The Waters

Bridge of power,
bridge of control,
across the deeply
troubled waters.

 

Settlers

Settlers shall try,
but will weep sand
of salt, static,
and silence.

 

The Shape

To the city under glass,
two halves as whole,
a bridge of power,
long untraveled,
seekers flock,
to flee fury,
find new
space.

 

The Close

Only the most giant
can follow the giants,
to make the Bridge
to Shelter Space.
So it will close.