How we will get
From here
To there
She asks
I look at the swirling water
The river that runs
Through this town
Well Little Cricket
I think we will
Have to go over the bridge
She holds my hand
Her fingers
Pulse with electricity
Excitement
Maybe a little fear
We are both used
To falling
And will hug the wall
Of the old stone bridge
We will walk
Step by step
No gaps between us
We do not know
Quite what is over the bridge
But it is where we
Have to travel
A journey we must make
As others have done before us
Neither of us think
That once we have crossed over
We will have to come back
Perhaps when we do
The sky will be peppered
With stars and milk white moonbeams
We take a deep breath
Cling firmly to each other
And take our first steps
Over the bridge.
