Foresthide, Bridge To Cross (Crossed)

Water underneath the bridge, overhead lamps heat me up, and across?

 

Getting bolder, I feel your warmth, slowly stripping me of my isolated cold. Taking me back, and I am here in the sun. Not alone, no more. Never I was; ever I am, yours. 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Zilla Z.]

This felt like the perfect opponent, as almost a magnet force that brings the best in one and another above... I enjoyed reading this, as well the wonderful music. I saw a bridge too lately, Strewn with moss all over it, almost too beautiful to cross.... nice penning.

Zilla

[V. P. Trujillo]

Thank you, Zilla. I am glad to hear it.

[Zilla Z.]

You are more than welcome Vince. This is a bridge to cross. ;)

[Cecile Wonder]

This is interesting. What is it about exactly?

[V. P. Trujillo]

Transition into Love. Having that bridge to cross...but to cross it fully, and not just gaze upon the beauty all around it? Well...My heart pushes me on, but we shall see.

[Cecile Wonder]

Did you write it for some one special?

[V. P. Trujillo]

Yes. I did.

[Cecile Wonder]

nothing bad happened right? I'm sorry if you lost this person.

[V. P. Trujillo]

Nothing bad, only good. I lost no one. x)

[Cecile Wonder]

That's good. I would hate for you to lose someone you to lose someone you love. I know that feeling all to well.

[John Anderson]

Your poem is deeply moving and beautifully inked. Very nice work!

[V. P. Trujillo]

It is a short one, which minus my latest has been all I have really done recently. Though I do not have a poem that I make for the sake of making. Thank you, Mr. Anderson.

[Michelle N. H.]

You get in life what you have the courage to ask for, and I see a bridge, I want to cross as well.. Time will be proper. Nothing makes me feel as good.