The Wishing Bridge

They say if you stand on the old wooden span

Where the mist meets the forest and dreams began

You can cast a wish into the stream —

A whispered hope, a drifting dream 

The waters take it, soft and slow 

Past root and rock, where secrets grow

 Is it the bridge that hears your plea

 Or the stream that sings it out to sea

 No one knows, and none can say

 But wishes sent don’t lose their way 

For those who walk with heart unclosed

 Their wish may be granted by the magic that flows

 Acrylic on cradled wood panel

 Size: 297x420mm

Date: 2024