The Bridge

I see it waiting patiently I know it will not pass away somehow it does not frighten me I chose the path of yesterday the trees are green on either side the breeze is just as fresh and fair on one side is the world of breath the farther side relieves my care one side is filled with noise and life and loneliness and fevered grief the other side is blind and mute perhaps the silence brings relief I cannot know what waits for me I keep my expectations low perhaps I'll be surprised to find a place here Eden's trees yet grow all that I know is I must cross and I will keep my head held high the final bridge to mystery is welcomed with a fatal sigh