Bridge

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick,

Sounds the clock at

2:02 a.m.

Aroused

From slumber

With his arm 

Draped loosely over

My shoulder,

Fingers dangling.

And me alone

In my thoughts.

Oh to join

Mind with incredible

Mind.  To be as one

With a rhythm of a river

Flowing lazily over pure sand;

Then with a turn in the land

And a slight decline 

The river picking up speed

racing rapidly round

the bend

and then, with

Driving

Force 

finally

Crashing

against the slippery rocks

cascading spray into

The atmosphere.

Spent, 

yet not consumed.

The river

Continues on to stream

Once again, over a bed 

of peace.