The Autumn Bridge to Nowhere

Autumn bridge to forests gone,
A path to nowhere still,
Beyond the bend is ticking time,
Enchanted by its quill,

A signature requested,
Yet refused for forests deep,
Inside the box enchanted,
Yet the outside does not sleep,

The rocks are speaking wisdom,
And the stones will lead the way,
For is eternal twilight,
Just as clear as night and day?

Do what has been guided,
For the path is clear as song,
There is no risk but risk itself,
How can true life be wrong?

-Pamela Storch