Sakwa Franc

The Bridge

 

A slender arc, a pathway high
Connecting shores, where dreams do fly
The bridge stands firm, through wind and tide
A symbol of hope, where hearts abide
A meeting point, of you and I

In twilight\'s hush, the bridge comes alive
A dance of lights, a whispered jive
The city\'s pulse, a rhythmic beat
As lovers meet, in the bridge\'s sweet
A promise kept, a love to thrive

The bridge\'s heartbeat, a story tells
Of trials past, of love that dwells
It spans the gap, between what\'s been
And what\'s to come, in the bridge\'s keen
A passageway, to a brighter scene

On its broad back, the world does move
A confluence, of dreams to prove
The bridge connects, the bridge sets free
A gateway to, a world to see
A journey\'s start, for you and me

In morning\'s glow, the bridge awakes
A new day dawns, with the city\'s makes
The world stirs slow, as the bridge comes alive
A pathway to, the possibilities thrive
A journey waits, on the bridge\'s stride .