Fay Slimm.

Bridges

 

Bridges.

 

And when two minds strive

for need of forced win

love\'s hourglass tilts timing

for storm to begin.

 

Ahead lies crevasses where

hope falls, fades and dies

as only ghosts survive air

around two hot fires.

 

We once built trust on meant

rise by proceeding.

Let sense climb those bridges

and find it again.