When the bridge is built-
And the vision no longer sleeps
Far from out of sight,
But standing in the palm of our hands
Instead like brown coffee solid-
Fresh and new of earthy mornings,
Would you reconsider your words
That crackled a past excitement,
Of old ripples but was never old despite
The change in weather, still yet hoping?
Dreamlesy despite the distance of body
And everything about it connecting to the
Owners mind,
Would you turn away from the door that
You have open, leading to
the heart and what lies
Beyond it
Or would you not skip a beat about
Reconsidering and being too gentle
Towards the ripples letting it rise high
Above the horizon with you,
If that's possible.
-ashespoetry
