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ContemplativeDavid B. Steinman

Brooklyn Bridge: Nightfall

Against the city’s gleaming spires, Above the ships that ply the stream, A bridge of haunting beauty stands — Fulfillment of an artist’s dream. From deep beneath the tidal flow Two granite towers proudly rise To hold the pendent strands aloft — A harp against the sunset skies. Each pylon frames, between its shafts, Twin Gothic portals pierced with blue And crowned with magic laced design Of lines and curves that Euclid knew. The silver meshings of the net Are beaded with the stars of night Like jeweled dewdrops that adorn A spiderweb in evening light.
DreamyDavid B. Steinman

The Dreamer

His dream ship floats on seas of amethyst And leaves a wake of star-flamed sapphire foam. The Dreamer stands on deck in lonely tryst Under the mantle of the purple dome. As soft winds stir the sails to beckoning goals, The ship sways gently toward one side and then, To lullaby of cradling waves, it rolls In even cadence slowly back again. The Dreamer sees the gleaming stars appear In downward swing, until they seem to be Almost within his reach, they loom so near, Only to draw away to apogee. He may not grasp the stars as they pass by, But sadder far would be a starless sky.
ContemplativeDavid B. Steinman

Journey's End

With life’s full meed of dreams fulfilled, of love and laughter, I have known Heaven here. If there is more hereafter, I do not fret impatiently to know; nor weep If journey’s end is but a long surcease in sleep. The road was long and steep before I reached the crest With risen evening star to bid me pause and rest; So weary children, after playing in the sun, Are softly called to home and sleep, when day is done. I linger on a grassy knoll; a woodbird sings And twilight brings the hushed caress of mystic wings. I am content to sleep. I do not ask to see Beyond the canopy of stars spread over me.
InspiredDavid B. Steinman

The Song of the Bridge

With hammer-clang on steel and rock I sing the song of men who build. With strength defying storm and shock I sing a hymn of dreams fulfilled. I lift my span, I fling it wide, And stand where wind and wave contend. I bear the load so men may ride Whither they will, and to what end. The light gleams on my strands and bars In glory when the sun goes down. I spread a net to hold the stars And wear the sunset as my crown.

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