This Broken Bridge

This broken bridge
creates a space
between us.

This pain I feel
has more than life.
I'm broken.

And yet I wish
creation
born
from blessing.

A bridge renewed.
A path.
An intertwining.

This broken bridge
creates a false
impression.

What's left is desolate,
devoid
of meaning.

This pain I feel
tears though me
like
bolt lightning.

There are times that
it's even
truly frightening.

This broken bridge.
I wish you were
a rainbow
upon which
we could travel where the wind blows.

This vision
I have seen before.
In childhood.

When dandelions and daisies
were our
livelihood.

Works of Peace the Poet