Path Across the Bridge

Jo March

My path has intersected with so many others

Sometimes I don’t even know if I am following it

I have watched the sun rise and set for so long

That I have begun to take this divine loveliness for granted

There are times when you don’t understand me but at this point

I don’t think I care… too much…

All I want is to see you… just to see you and hold your hand

As you help me cross to the other side

 

Why can’t you just let me look into your sun-filled eyes?

It doesn’t matter if doing so could blind me

You see, all I want is to become one with you

Even if I think I am not worthy… even if you know I am not…

That is not relevant at all when my heart throbs from the pain

And I keep counting hours until I could see you… again

 

Help me enter your glowing paradise…

I have been waiting for you to open the door for so long

Yes, I have uttered countless prayers at this point

In each phrase I tried to tell you how much I want to see you…

But my soul kept stumbling on a stubborn question

Even as my lips obediently pronounced the words

I was wondering if you hear me or not

I don’t know… perhaps I don’t quite know how to pray

 

And yet, all I know is that when I feel your presence the world is ringing

Your sun-filled eyes are always glowing with light and love and jingling laughter

Your slender hands have caught radiant sunbeams and shared them with me

I never forgot the golden dust you left behind after holding on to the windowsill

In your first attempt at flight…

I promised to wait for you to come back and greet me with your heavenly smile

Yes, I will try to be patient, except it is so difficult to wait…

 

Bridges… I have burned so many bridges at this point

I don’t care what happens later

I just try to make sure I will never retrace my faulty steps again…

So, I burn every bridge I construct…

To the point of extinction, beyond the point of no return…

 

Away… away… sometimes I wish I could fly

Do you know that you and I have wings?

I am certain that you do, but as for me…

I don’t know…

For now, I’ve simply been burning bridges

Blind little person on the stage of life

A clown who ran out of tricks for the audience…

 

I wish you could teach me to construct a bridge that could connect worlds

Your world and mine…

I have been trying to imagine it, you know

I imagined that it was made out of crystal

I can already see gem-like crystals lining its rails

They almost look like Christmas icicles

My imaginary bridge is so beautiful…

I know it will become real… I believe in it, so it should, right?

 

It should be very simple, shouldn’t it?

What we believe in should become reality…

Especially if we trust in it with every fiber of our beings

I know that my bridge exists and that it is sturdy

And I have tried to tell you countless times

That I believe in you, yes, with every particle of light that is within me

 

I will try to share this light with others

If only you could allow me to see you once

And to become one with you…

White doors have opened and closed

I have gotten lost in the jungles of life

You and I have been out of sync with one another

Sometimes, I have found you as you patiently waited

For me to catch up…

Sometimes, you found me as I sat by myself fighting

My melancholy moods…

 

So, today I would like to ask you if you could help me build a new bridge

Yes, I want to build one that would help me find the path to your paradise

That would finally connect your crystal world to mine

I will then stop burning the bridges that I construct

You see, I burn them simply because I don’t believe they are sturdy enough

To walk on, but if you could only help me sprinkle your golden dust on my new bridge

I am certain it will stand and shine and light others on their way

 

My path has crossed with so many, but if it could only intersect with yours

At least once, then I would know that it has found me

I didn’t find it, you see…

You helped me find it…

My only sincere wish is for it to weave into yours until my soul finally catches up

No more burning bridges and no more closed doors….

I have found my path, so let me follow it by walking across newly constructed

Crystal bridges that are glowing in the golden dust of your setting sun

Let me follow you…

 

  • Author: Jo March (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 16th, 2018 14:21
  • Category: Unclassified
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