The Bridge stays Strong

Conceived, shaped, and moulded by generations

the gentleness of hands long gone

continues to form me.

You gave me the will

to breach the walls of time,

and the keenness

to hold and care for those to come.

I am thankful for my ways,

this chaotic flood of impatience

lit by flashes of sagacity,

this is my disposition.

So whatever I pass on

to the hands not yet born,

behind it will be

the quiet strength you gave.

Everything in me remains undeciphered.

The ancient lock will never be picked.

So –

sleep, giants of my history.

Sleep with surety:

the bridge stays strong.