Ethereal Passage

In misty veils, a bridge ascends, A pathway through the ethereal tide, Where arches rise like ghostly hands, And roads unwind, a serpentine guide. The water below, a mirrored glass, Reflects the structures that prevail, A dance of concrete, steel, and stone, In harmony with nature's gentle gale. The cars, like tiny, fleeting thoughts, Move swiftly, leaving trails of light, As if the very journey itself, Were a metaphor for life's own flight. In this surreal, dreamlike state, We find the balance 'twixt earth and air, A testament to human will and art, That shapes the landscape, beyond compare.