In the shadow of a bridge I watched the clouds.
The moon rose before the night was over.
I fell asleep beneath the stars again.

I was walking a lonely path.
My memory of those nights has faded.
I stopped to enjoy a cool breeze today.

I have spent many nights alone.
The dark bridge is gone now.
Life surrounds me with beauty.
I see that my interest in life has returned.

W. Wayne B.
November 2010