wonderful land of time and toil
through eyes on high planes, trite and spoil
for reasons are so far to reach
and who is here to lend or teach
the never ending tales of why
that turn your smile and make you cry
as heaven is your face in dreams
the bridge does burn, or so it seems
while stars unite their hues to blue
convincing this is real and true
those who think to gaze on glass
could magnify the facts with crass
but are you there to quell the fear
(one touch transforms remote to near)
or is the vastness more than space
no bridge could ever interlace
perhaps the passing genes of yore
that take such transient lives to store
might find or solve for sanity
divine enigma’s vanity
else games and circles evermore
will even stand on distant shore
where conquests of mankind, so plain
a burning bridge does still remain
©2008 Hey Hey
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