Annie’s Song


The radio blares
‘Bridge Over Troubled Waters,’
as I open the windows
wide,
cruising the highway,
thinking how the wind
blew through our hair
as we raced with the river,
and you steered the boat into whitecaps,
and we were wet with spray and wind,
filled with the river,
out there at full throttle
sharing the moment,
completely ourselves,
nothing held back,
and the lines around our eyes
became a nest for smiles
as we flew across the waves
and through the spray.
Now the window open,
I feel the wind in my hair,
feel your smile fill my eyes,
and the troubled waters
beneath me
subside to calm,
as the bridge song
spills out over the waves
and fills my heart
with joy.

 




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