A Bridge From Being Alone

Our bridge is the sun…
Over the morning dews…
~ Running away….

Not to pass over…
But to stand high above..
~ Paths that never cross..

A place in the middle..
Between two ends…
That never touch…

Our own halfway point…
That reaches the sky..
~ To shine brightly…

Where we no longer..
Have to run along the banks..
But rather ~ Hold them..

Banks full of stars….
That keeps our bed…
~ Far from being alone…