Our Beautiful Bridge and Futility's Wander

The arch of our beautiful bridge white against the night glowing in rain a safety's traverse of all lanterns on each pillar cast blossoms across the dew fog of resonating hardships and now truth you do not stand on either side if I venture there will the birds at least remember my name? but no futility's wanderings are a fool's ventures We held hands for years...walked quietly beside each other only talking when really needed only falling into a lovers embrace on occasion but we were a glorious bridge and the waters are deep swimming for us both now