It was when

It's beneath a bridge that I once knew.
I was traveling a long time ago through that region.
A pocket of space in my endeavors, an area where I settled down.
There, by that bridge, my life revolved around it.
And so many stories were made there.

Eons ago, it seems, as if it weren't yesterday?
That bridge held my hand and gave me soft kisses.
It once told me that I could sing forever, and melt the trees.
With such an envy that made birds become the rocks,
And I could sleep there forever, just me and that bridge.

Time would evade our space, just wrap around our bubble.
Like a bull run but so gentle around its borders.
I was told that I could hold therein an eternal rest,
And my unhappy feet could live in coexistence with my happy spirit.
And soon, finally, each part would feel love.

Sometimes, I'd smell the breeze of fragrance, flowers giving me their love.
And bumble bees of the softest cloth, nuzzling my face.
With their purity and their generosity.
My few soliders, a protective pact because of that bridge.
Oh my sweet, long-lost bridge, where my heart rests.

Those memories of such a time just break my heart.
I feel the pain, yet it's not apart of this body.
There, it is felt and inside that bubble, a disease spreads.
I want to return, but my tears won't let me look back.
I can only keep going, and moving without you.
A tainted amulet of the past, a bridge.

The ghost of my past lying broken, by the seige of time.
I never knew that I couldn't live there forever.
And that my soles would walk on without me.
That heart of mine, stuck there in that pocket of perfection.
My innocence, well, it's beneath a bridge that I once knew.

I have a phantom purpose inside of me, and it knows what I don't.
I sense deep things for me, but yet know nothing.