No Bridge Too Far

As the future becomes the past

i believe the now can’t last.

As the present is marching on

most of my memories are gone.

What happened to the friends i knew

and what is happening to you?

You are all floating on a breeze

but i still remember Louise.

We keep meeting in all our dreams

both daydreams and asleep it seems.

Immortal is what our dreams are

and never on a bridge too far.

Such a bridge is where we all might

separate daydreams from the night.

Walt Abbott–4-9-2011