Bridge

I look at you, and you look back at me, as,

As the sound of gushing waves of a river flow,

they flow between us, cutting through us,

that tiny bird chirping the regular song,

flies, and keeps flying into the sun-kissed horizon.

I am that road, you are another of the same,

separated, separated from each other, as we look,

as we keep looking at each other, concretes hanging,

on the dead end, and deep down, lies the flowing river,

my wish, my only wish is to meet you, to melt into each other,

somehow, sometime, somewhere.

You know, I had this wondrous dream, that other night,

when the light from the full moon shone on our concrete bodies,

about a day, when, a beautiful arched bridge would get built,

connecting us with each other, and we'd finally meet,

holding each other's hand, and sing the song of togetherness,

as lovers would walk over us, sit in the quietness of the bridge,

engulfed in words of love, the bird would be chirping its regular song,

And, the river's rustling would fill our ears, and we'll watch the sunset,

the skies, decorated in its orangish hue, would welcome us,

as that friendly golden retriever and the husky would roll over us,

and we'll smile.

I hope this dream, comes true.