I. Ā Ā Ā The Bridge ā
I found myself smirking soon after the split
And having once promised emerald grass,
I'd leave only daisies come remains
And the empty shakes sheād sunder;
So the ropes broke, with her sixth and final rupture ā
We'd tried a bridge, but our promised lands differed.
II. Ā Ā The Chasm ā
I found mine a stride prior and secondās sudden after smirk
And having shed our tokenās hindrance,
My third fingerād be bare when weād settled the gold wrought writ;
Her mother's purchase and our lasting, so very lasting lie,
Maimed, if only to preserve my āotherāsā heart ā
Stained wine, stuffed rice and far behind my apple orchards fence.
III. Ā Ā The Saved ā
Sure, Iād find my second wind, maybe even fourth and
In eternity atop the earlier apple bitten, beholden, the other fruits.
Itās all revealed in a feast come home and cobweb's promised -
āWeāll welcome whatās ours,ā the newest jubilant whilst my
Stake pierces soil, ushered and the youngest would arrive home ā
Oh! And so, songs would be sung tonight!