Bridge by the water

 One tragic line is only worth as much
As the sorry words that it took to make it a line
And a tragic heart is worth a lifetime
Of sorrow and pain,bathed in salt
And wet with tears

Sorrow has a way of leading us to places
We have never thought to explore
I followed, and when I saw my soldier
Leaning against the ropes of a crafted bridge
In the heat of an August sun,I knew

The ocean cast deep reflections in the brown
Of his shaded eyes and his face was thoughtful
As he searched the whitecaps
For glimpses of his sordid past
And maybe his future as well

His tears were hidden,drifting
Like the cadence of a fading love poem
Set free for the tide to claim
Becoming an endless burial at sea
He waits for me there,in the sun

I fell deep into his embrace
And kissed him the only way I knew how
I said nothing for there were no words
Our poem was made of this: a kiss
He waited for me,on the bridge by the water