the bridge across forever

every once in a while
I catch the first rays
of a breaking dawn,
and the lingering goodbye
of an evening sun,

every once in a while,
I stand on the edge of
the bridge across forever,
looking into the darkness
melting over me like a candle,

and in that deathly hush
when the raucous world
disappears into itself,
one voice speaks,
drawing me close,

showing me how
to walk with this world,
wearing my aloneness
like a sheer robe,
ready to be stripped.