Once, my dreams out past this bridge
Living, worked and slept;
And each new day I wondered
At a love, unchecked.
Time was my regard
And she my destination,
Guided by my heart.
Love, they say's, unconquerable,
No battle too great;
I never found the combat, I
Stayed home, and stayed safe.
Dreams can be so rich --
Yet, real feet can falter on
A high enough bridge.
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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