Crossing A Bridge

An angry ocean of screaming waters;
vehement wave storm; madness's daughter;
towering over is a bridge of steel;
the only flee from Poseidon's reel.









You say the sun is on the other side.
Until I've trekked, it will continue to hide.
You tell me it is safe to cross,
but I stand at its head, alone and lost.

It is a safe route to take,
but it's one alone I must make?

You told me to abide,
but, where are you, my guide?

Calamity plummets from the sky.
This rain shall not pass me by.
The only shleter from my plight
is to cross and reach the other side,

but I need your hand in mine,
and I feel its slip grow further with time.
I pray for the motivation and strength
to make it across this eternal length.

April 27, 1994