Fog drifts calm on the wooden span
River hums like a healing plan
Steps move slow through the tender sweep
Heart walks back to the soul it keeps
Old grief fades in the silver flow
Past turns soft in the undertow
Breath grows light in the open air
Pain dissolves in the quiet prayer
Rails hold warm from the sunlit gleam
Thoughts turn clear in the running stream
Vision sharpens in shifting light
Self returns in a blooming sight
Crossing brings what the years misplaced
Calm restores what the storms erased
Love grows close in the truths I felt
I cross
The bridge that leads to myself