The Hand Across The Bridge Poem by Marshall E Gass

Its not easy to cross an invisible bridge
with a friend on the other side asking you
to step over an taste what lies beneath
the flowing water of rapid emotions.

Lost worlds collide and collapse
in the thinking and knowing
the excitement that wraps itself
around your own safety harnesses
as you step into the void of trust.
One step and the pyramid of pleasure
will come crashing down into fragments
of excruciating pain.

But try we must - to span
the wide divide to reach out and touch
the other hand when the bridge
suddenly becomes visible.

Sometimes the bridge may lead to a nowhere place
strewn with broken dreams and feeble attempts
at crossing the vast expanse between
knowing and unknowing.