Under the Bridge

It laughed as it touched the rocks
Rushed past them, never looking back

Each time the rocks welcome it.
Usually the stream of laughter
Brought a sense of peace,
Continuity and stability.
Under the stream
Their hard exterior softened,
Complimenting the fast curves
Of this relentless traveler

- What’s out there?
They asked once in a while.
At times it spoke of
Magnificent landscapes
Or a foul man made world,
Dark underground and its fiends
Sometimes it just wept -
A stream of memories,
Running faster then ever.