I have crossed the Ever After Bridge many times before
It wasn’t in the spiritual, but the fleshy body I can’t ignore
But on this specific trip
The bridge span had a very deep dip
One wrong time and one could slip
But I was on this bus
It was the multitudes that derive in us
As the bus climbed on the high span on the bridge
It seemed like the entire span was a ridge
Well as the bus approached the bridge bend
It seemed like this was the end
This is when
The end part was extending down to the water
This was the exact sequence order
That means the bus would have to surface in order to float
Yet the bus was a land vehicle and not a boat
It was my expression in hesitate
Then later thinking my life would no longer relate
I was now in a panic state
My life would have to come to believe
This is for me to see the evidence in receive
The bus started moving within the water
I thought the bus might just sink
But it was only my thought of think
Despite the buses weight
My life began to have assurance even to this date
The Ever After Bridge being a remembrance in the slate
A remainder that obvious is never too late
It is all about believing in becoming participate.

I've dreamt of a day and night I'll meet thee again;
By th' immortal moon and his starry friends;
Sweet like t'ese very days of our loving youth;
Shy like th' songs of thy Eolian lute;

I've dreamt of a day and night by a far bridge;
A place just for th' pious, serious and th' rich;
A place where my heart shalt but love again;
A place where all t'ese dreams may make sense;

I've dreamt of a day and night by thy side;
A dream t'at sees through me bare and wide;
T'at a poet like me should go craft and write;
By my fiercest sense, through th' day and night.

I've dreamt of a day where there'll be rain;
T'at a touch of thine shalt make me insane;
T'at walking away shalt but seem too insidious;
Within a curious dream so fast and luminous.

I've dreamt of a night where all is fantasy;
T'at reality shan't again make us come back;
T'at all sadness' dead as it should be;
T'at tears of joys are all t'ere is to take;

I've dreamt of a day thou shalt stand by me;
Seeing me through words, poems, and memory;
T'at thy hands shall be th' only I long to hold;
So far God canst see; so far eyes canst behold.

I climbed up here.
Mr. Big Shot,
toasting the town
& your pretty face
& now it's 2 a.m.
& all I can do is just crawl
& I need a ride home
& I'll falling for you,
if you let me,
Darling.

I have been born to this affluent world
Rich with diversity and nature’s delight
So many wonders mesmerize me
Benevolence is the essence of this abode
The microcosm reflecting the magnanimity
Immediately I was accepted as a tenant
Being fed from the abundance of cultivation
Fertile soils yielding bountiful harvest
Feeding me to make me stronger
I walk upon this earth with pride and joy
To see mankind and animal kingdom thrive
The camaraderie between and nature and us
It still does not say, “You owe me”
We are indebted to this planet for the largesse
Yet, not rich enough to pay back the debt
I am just a tenant, wonder if I can repay
Only way I can do that is by nurturing love within
And not to destroy this space at will
Only I can love the earth with my heart
And help, in my way to nurture its purity
Many more to come after me can be a tenant here
Let this be a reminder, we are not here to plunder