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."