This broken bridge
creates a space
between us.
This pain I feel
has more than life.
I'm broken.
And yet I wish
creation
born
from blessing.
A bridge renewed.
A path.
An intertwining.
This broken bridge
creates a false
impression.
What's left is desolate,
devoid
of meaning.
This pain I feel
tears though me
like
bolt lightning.
There are times that
it's even
truly frightening.
This broken bridge.
I wish you were
a rainbow
upon which
we could travel where the wind blows.
This vision
I have seen before.
In childhood.
When dandelions and daisies
were our
livelihood.
creates a space
between us.
This pain I feel
has more than life.
I'm broken.
And yet I wish
creation
born
from blessing.
A bridge renewed.
A path.
An intertwining.
This broken bridge
creates a false
impression.
What's left is desolate,
devoid
of meaning.
This pain I feel
tears though me
like
bolt lightning.
There are times that
it's even
truly frightening.
This broken bridge.
I wish you were
a rainbow
upon which
we could travel where the wind blows.
This vision
I have seen before.
In childhood.
When dandelions and daisies
were our
livelihood.