Bridges Flushed with Fate

I stare up,

Up at the sky,

At the vast open blue,

The only limit

My perspective,

With lenses ready

To sail me into the dark,

With stars as my guide,

The chart to follow

In order to sit on a comet

Calmly blazing towards earth, 

Gazing at the marbled blue,

The specks of green

To be connected only

By bridges of love,

With boards worn

By the heavy flutter of our hearts,

Railings broken

In places our hope

Has become too heavy,

Messy carvings of words,

Of poems that are so perfect

We cannot bear to let tangle

Into the jumble in our minds,

Knotted scribbles

We think up when no looking glass

Is brought before our eyes;

Now as I hurtle

Towards the sea,

I lift a broken shard to my gaze,

To see a bridge rising

From the reaching depths,

Where I am placed on my feet

For me to catch my stride,

My face still flushed

With fate.