I Long To Cross The Bridge

There are some journeys one has to go alone. That call from beyond can only be answered when the time is right.

Image by GuangWu YANG from Pixabay

I long to go across the bridge,
To go beyond.

It's only a walk down the path,
Yet I never reach, 
The walk never ends.
The lighthouse beckons me from beyond, 
Its light, bright and alluring. 

It's just a short walk away down the sloppy path, across the bridge,
Within my reach, 
Yet just beyond.

I can hear the bird's song from the other side,
Like a faint sweet melody floating from across the bridge,
Riding on the cool evening breeze, egging me on,
Urging me to hurry.

It's just a short walk away down the sloppy path,
Within my reach, 
Yet just beyond.

I can hear the Temple gong,
Or is it the toll of the Church bell, 
Or the azan of the Mosque, maybe?
The repetitive sound enters my consciousness,
Disrupting my slumber.

Is the time running out?
You are calling me to cross the bridge;
My soul longs to be with you,
But my flesh refuses to yield,
Ensnared forever in the temporal world  
Of false hope and broken promises.
Forever enslaved.

Is it the promised  land,
Across the bridge?
No hunger, no pain, no false promises?
Will the sky be always blue, 
With warm Sun shining true?
And, cool moonlight hiding all the dark shadows?
Fast-running perennial brook,
Gurgling through the meadows?

Will you be there, always with me?
Or, do I chase an impossible dream? I wonder.
You call me from the other side,
Like Circe with her taming wand.

Yet, I dream of crossing the bridge one day,
It's just a short walk away down the sloppy path,
Within my reach, 
Yet just beyond.