Bridge

One side you were carving

wood of a handle shape

life where you beat your

own wolf,

You climb while you tried

to sharpen your knives,

Laid a walkway you can

cheer away what you once

feared.

I struggle to climb and

attempted rose petal flights,

Light shines as wooden

branches parts the way,

Butterflies flutter by as

God’s feather wipes my

glassy eyes and untangle

my vines from melodic

lies.

Interwoven threads pour

two steps escalating to

the sun as he and she

reached their peace,

One step, another step,

forward to the future

what should it be?

who could it be?

Deceitful lies? Joyous ties?

Face-to-face we see as

one with sparkling eyes,

Smiles wide as we can

hear our minds and how

blue skies arise with sun

shines among dead vines,

flowers lie on our mossy

incline

We interweave our hands

and walk on solid land,

Pulling each other to keep

from falling again,

We sing to the hymns to

push away all downward

plans