Closer Still

A clouded bridge, no signs convey
A misty bed, a river dead;
The air’s too still and earth tranquil.
How soon to a broken end?
Eerie, eerie, step to miss –
A word to pass in sight to crave!
Heavy with heart’s turmoil,
Ruins to leave with rising stead.
Chances meek to time’s despair,
Closer still the awkward wall;
Chained to length by mystery,
Strangers till the solemn fall.
Wordless whisper if floats with stairs,
Newel top or to scaffold tall,
Concealed temptation no greater nigh,
To stay beneath, to stay unloved.