Lines
I stopped my bike
On the bridge that goes over
The line you travel along.
And the track you go down
Goes under
The road I cycle along.
I wondered if ever
You went under this bridge,
That goes over the track
As I cycled above;
If you went down through the tunnel
One day,
As I followed the road above?
For a moment,
My heart sighed.
For every day,
You would go under and on,
And I would go over and on,
Carried away ‘long our tracks and lines
And ne’er the two combine.
Then a smile.
For tonight,
After you’ve gone
Under and along and out
And I’ve gone over, along and down and about,
We’ll be free of these constraining paths.
Free to go under, or over, above
And below;
Along and beyond, wherever we will,
Together.
© S Dyer 2011
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