The bridge stretched on and on and on,
Ma strange, repetitive phenomenon,
And ended beyond vision, who knows where,
Apparently, at a point in pure, thin air.,
A thing if beauty, a thing of grace,
Designed to take me from place to place,
With subtlety, beauty, simplicity,
Yet also with great economy.
I’ll follow the lights to the other side,
Whilst enjoying every inch of the glorious ride.