This old and rickety bridge
Which it seems I’ve been on forever
Must some day end
And leave me on the other side
Which it seems I’ve been on forever
Must some day end
And leave me on the other side
I long for the road
And its gift of living
One mile at a time
Once she saw
The abuse
In the abuser
The anger rose
Fire in her veins
Pooled, glowing
As if lava flowed
Like liquid rage
Just below
The surface
Of her flesh
I prefer the rise and fall
The twist and turn
Cliche they are
But how I learn
Only under such conditions
Can the light of both ideas
Converge upon unexplored ground
Where it often illuminates
An insight better than either idea
Ever changing
Never changing
Just like me
There was I
Enthralled in such luminous presence
And all I wanted
Was to worship her
Darkness
A few inches more
Stillness
An explosion of light
Darkness