Acceptance is the only way to build a bridge,
The strokes across the waterless crops,
& modern day life.
Incoming, a storm, on an adventure,
Like a child, senseless & free.
I hear the midnight bells aching,
Across the rooftops.
The maroon fire from ink spreading like cancer.
The choice we make, when we reach that certain point.
Is to never do it again.
This is how the bible was written.
A parade in the aftermath, salvation.
& we become ourselves without even knowing it.
This spared dark water planet,
Eats away at time.
The was no sun, no moon,
Just abandoned rays of darkness,
Stumbling from star to star.
I saw myself,
Building a bridge.