' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Glass Most(Voice Bridge) - For One

My voice builds a bridge word (by word) thought arcing through the air defying the distance between us surprising birds & clouds reaching past Time into the heart of your mind. This bridge wears night well throwing it about itself like a shawl the jewels of you its illuminations. See now it is draped in sunset a solitary bird (a poem in itself) pinned like a broach upon the dying light. Meet me where here is there & Time is nowhere to be found here on this bridge of sound where words become themselves.