My poem for Paul Brookes’ challenge. You can see the photos here.

Bridge

And if there was a bridge across the sky,
across the water deep below,
beyond the time and tides that drag the sands
of night and day and years that flow,
through life and love until we die,

would we dare walk that high and unknown path,
to step into a world of blue,
of seagull white and grey? Just take my hands;
I’ll leap and dare the aftermath,
if only it can be with you.