Truth to me then was,
I felt the bridge ironwork
warm in my hand.
In the millstream,
I saw two differently colored lights.
In the distance
I heard one dog barking.
Now I relished this summer night
And made it my truth.
Summer Bridge Crossing
Truth to me then was,
I felt the bridge ironwork
warm in my hand.
In the millstream,
I saw two differently colored lights.
In the distance
I heard one dog barking.
Now I relished this summer night
And made it my truth.