"Meet me on the bridge" she says.
"Our space between the earth and the sky,
Where the mist envelopes my smile".
"I'll be there" he replies.
"On the edge I'll hover,
In breathless anticipation to witness the dew drops upon your lips".
Together we'll cross this watery void.
Hand in hand to stroll up the mountain,
And down the other side.
Fingers interlocked,
heartbeats passing from palm to palm,
our pulses singing hymns of forever.
Reflected in the pure drops of heaven,
on our cheeks, in our hair.
This is our secret place, the world left outside.
Passersby barely spare a glance,
as we stop and absorb the simplicity, power of nature.
Inspiring this deep abiding bond.
Found above the pools of turmoil,
below the gray clouds of winter.
The setting sun our timekeeper,
the moments we stole,
taken back with the twilight,
as the light leaves our eyes.
I step to the right, you to the left.
Between us lies our bridge of love,
our secret place, hidden deep within the memories.
A final farewell glance as the mist hides our tears that never fall.
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