
She had never been to Never-land,
Never stepped beyond the skin and through the veil
To where dreams, dormant and restive, lie in wait.
But Bridge beckoned, and her feet heeded.
She felt the power of Bridge in her veins,
Which throbbed with mystery and awe.
She sensed the way Bridge wanted to wrap her in itself,
Merge with her DNA,
A cloak bold and ethereal and other-world.
Time dripped through the slats with the inexorable mist.
She hesitated.
What did Mist obscure?
Fear, a sharp-clawed thing, sat on her chest and perched in her lungs and robbed her blood.
But Bridge beckoned, and her feet heeded…
I ran across this image this morning and couldn’t resist asking for permission to use it.  It has entirely captured my imagination.  It is like a portal into another dimension.  Will the subject overcome her fear and cross to her destiny?   Where do you see this bridge leading?  What do you think?
What are your thoughts?