The river flows upward, carrying whispers of yesterdays
Forgotten dreams weave like shadows in fading light
Beneath the arch of whispers, where echoes dare to tread
A poet’s laugh bellows through the mist—Is it a laugh
Or the cry of a silvered wolf at midnight’s brink?
Only the stars remember the bridge sings, in silence
Oh, captain of the horizon, where dost thou steer?
Beyond the realm of reason, past the folds of velvet
The bridge sways, caught in a dance with the unseen