So, there is a gap.
No bridge to be seen.
A precipice untapped.
I can see the green.
Ah, the challenge.
forgetting all secrets,
Can you find the hinge?
Never mind, I can see your pockets.
Also green in color.
You won't tell me,
You don't even remember.
Like a honey bee.
I'll take the ominous message.
Not sent by you,
but by the passage.
What a wonderful clue.
Ever closer to the answer.
Hopefully, the gap will close.
I'll see the other side with pleasure.
So you pose.
Questioning what isn't, or is.
Wanting the green again.
Looking it over, deeply knowing the bliss.
Misunderstanding the plain.
Anyways, this side,
isn't so bad.
You can watch the tide.
The blue only lingers a tad.
