The Bridge knows

Between your Inside Ocean,
and the words that fly off your tongue,
swings a bridge...
that knows,
that the medium
is not always the message,
that the words that roll off scalding,
smolder from a heart gone cold, sour and wounded.
That the words that fly off your tongue,
still don’t always sing
what the ocean’s song is.

The bridge knows.

Painting Courtesy: http://www.jamieandrade.com/