The Bridge

It stands
the bridge that must be crossed
in silence and quiet beauty
it stands there
the bridge
between yesterday
and tomorrow
stand right here
at the edge of the river, the edge of the bridge
longing to dare to cross
dream the dreams
that are never to be
because always courage fails
forever other things come first
remember those dreams
hold fast
those dreams that require the ability
to work with due diligence
on that which is not for others
selfishly taking the time
to listen
to the siren song
that calls to the heart
Standing here
silent tears
adding to the
already overflowing river
that passes by
speeding off into eternity
all that there is
is regret

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