Night.
Silver meanders downstream...
no moon tonight.
Bridging of worlds, the veil
has parted, closed.
Night.

Bridge.
Bringing two roads
together...
opening, closing,
for the third...
passing through.
Bridge.

Is Charon peering
over my shoulder...
whispering,
'You pass all over,
on, the water.
Where are the coins? '
Coins...

Is he speaking of
coins for the dead...
or the living dead...

All pass this
Night...
as surely as I,
parting veils unseen,
wait the Dawn.

elysabeth faslund

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bridging-of-thoughts/