Snell Isle Bridge Sunrise

Beneath the twilight’s painted sky,
A bridge stands silent, arches high.
Lanterns glow on waters deep,
While palms in shadow seem to sleep.
The heavens blaze with hues of flame—
A dreamlike world that has no name.
Oh, tranquil bridge, so still, so wide,
You hold both time and dreams inside.
Here I pause, the moment clear:
"Be still—the world is always near."