I am a living bridge
over the Forever
The river that follow flowers
from Lake Pure to the Sea of Love
On one end I touch the rocky Neverland
underneath my apron is a shelter
for the homeless reader
My other arm touches the wetlands of Plenty
Under me awaits a barge
that lulls new lovers
From my post I can flag
the bird of liberature
for a ride in the air
On a clear day
you can see the night
Here life thrives unabridged
All passes and all returns
on one side or another
of whatever the arches care to teach
From a ridge or a beach
all will smile to you
when on a clear day
like me you see all
the way to tomorrow