Journey

The journey is a gift,

The baggage is a trial

When the floor,

Sometime rooftop,

Is bluer than

The sky ever was.

I’m thinking of water;

She’s dreaming of shade.

I yearn for the next bridge,

The one after that.

She needs to be on

The far side of

The final one.

P.L. Higgs

(14/6/2012)

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