Undone in a moment of despair,
tripping through an empty field
on the way to forever, hoping for
some stop along the way.
Not many times are there refuges
on the path to destiny, and detours
past fate with byways that lead to
second chances ’round the bend.
With bridges over honeysuckle
rivers that carry blissful reprieves
like a side show card sharp with
happiness up a sleeve.
Were it only just a place we’d have
a choice and merely wonder why,
but that honeysuckle river keeps
on flowing fast and wide.
At least the bridge is down, and
those who wish can cross on over,
tripping through an empty field
and dreams of knee high clover.
