Sunrise on The Bridge
This is a piece I wrote one morning in New York. I was restless and sleepless. I walked to Randall's Island, a favorite escape of mine, and just kept on walking, right over the Astoria Bridge into Queens. I was singing to myself (as I often do when my mind goes to fast.) This is what I came up with. I am also very excited that this poem made it into the September print edition of Yume Magazine!
Sunrise on the Bridge
By Blaize Hall
The world is big, and I am small
And that’s ok, that’s ok.
God may be near, or not at all
And that’s ok, that’s ok
Al of the things I can’t explain
All of the ecstasy and pain
It’s all just party to the story to be told
The story in the making
And when I walk, by faith or sight
It doesn’t matter what I see or feel.
Because perception’s just a matter of perspective
And it can change with time
the way a memory will lie.
Your truth is not my turth,
Your dreams are not my dreams
We shared them for a moment
or a time in between
Each breath that we were taking
This love we were creating
Was it real?
Honey there’s no way to prove it.
All I know is that tomorrow,
I don’t wanna dream on borrowed time.
Gotta live my life on the line.
And I’ll risk it all,
and dare to fall
One more time.