Hey. Aren’t we getting close to where the bridge is supposed to be?…
Bridge
yesterday I woke up
with the remnants
of my dream clinging
to me like sleep…
Crossing the water,
a path home…
Imagine a bridge,
Made just for the stones themselves…
Hey. Aren’t we getting close to where the bridge is supposed to be?…
yesterday I woke up
with the remnants
of my dream clinging
to me like sleep…
Crossing the water,
a path home…
Imagine a bridge,
Made just for the stones themselves…
