The Bridge

O! I must walk the hidden span That Generously embraces ‘Here’ and ‘There’, And it is made of Glass, of Glass Impermanent. My very misted breath, exhaled, is not enough To show it visible To show a way Across the dark expanse Of frozen night… So, I must feel my way by barefoot steps, And hope I do not step off it It stretches from the Time I spent with You, My Love, Unto the Time, interminable, I spend with me. Sometimes, to urge me on, a Cracow Man Who broke a tiny corner of the Iron Curtain And slipped through A Survivor born, born after, in Germany A fair cousin beats back the dark (She cared for me, when I was numb and all the other tongues were dumb for what to say) And bright Irene who loves, And cannot wait for Spring With broken porcelain, sea sand, coins and sparkling moondust, They show the way, spread these Outline the Glass But I must pass My test with God's Bright Ray (And I can scarcely find the Lamp Within myself To turn it on – The switch, I fumble…) But, Now! Back to Hope in a breath! Beyond the End of the Bridge the Night is glowing Midnight Blue The Stars like Quasars, sing! Elysium Lights my Way! And You are there… and You are there… And soon, it will be Day!