Sunday, October 4, 2015

The Bridge


The bridge between what used to and what is
Between what I wanted and what I may have
I would never traverse
Without your hope and line of your verse

The bridge between my losses and my wiz
Between what I love and what I may love
I would never traverse
Without your hope and line of your verse

The bridge between the facade and the woods wild
Between what I wait for and what I pursue
I would never traverse
Without your hope and line of your verse

The bridge between what holds me back and what lets free
Between what I fear and what I may surmount
I would never traverse
Without your hope and line of your verse

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