The Bridge Across Forever

I belong to twilight,
in the silence
between worlds,
where things
are always arriving,
ending,
beginning,
without names.

I belong to dawn
in the stillness
between breaths,
where things
are always leaving,
dying,
being born,
without a whisper.

I belong
where nothing belongs,
only this life,
this body,
the bridge across forever
now.

The Bridge

words linger
in the deathly hollow -
unborn children
of a hopeful tomorrow,
they drop down
a bottomless chute,
dying as they fall, and
rest into silence.
you cannot come
with me
to those forgotten places
where I walk alone;
you cannot hold
my trembling hand;
the bridge
can only take
the weight of one -
the bridge that hangs
over a growing gorge -
between mind and heart;
a bridge that I have to build
and walk alone.

The Bridge

between
the mind
that bubbles
and frolics,
and the body
that weaves
its magic,
to create
a rich tapestry
of light and dark,
is a silent witness
that binds -
that is the bridge
we must walk on,
to know all of Life!