A bridge of silver wings stretches from
the dead ashes of an unforgiving Nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life Started anew.
by Aberjhani in: Journey through the Power of the Rainbow
During a trip while reaching a wooden forgotten bridge we can feel deeply in the middle of it the gleaming water of the river under us endlessly flowing like the vibrant blood in our veins. Something in us would like to join this fluid primeval journey of the river, but we meanwhile have to cross impatiently this bridge and old monument of a somehow also restless motion. Afterwards, when we finally reach the other riverside, we suddenly realize that such an extensive move comprises just another small step towards the far away in horizon. What is lying beyound to be discovered, we shall regularly not know for sure. Time to say good bye …