Somewhere
Between the dark in me
and the dark in another
is a bridge

We
cannot see this
for
our eyes are not
adjusted

We canot feel it
for we are afraid of stumbling
falling

We do not search for we
are afraid of
failing.

So we sit alone in the dark
waiting
and shivering
never really believing
but hoping.

Cast the leaves of dead trees about
hear the rustle as your feet shift through
Map the night
by touch
braille of the heart
and mind.
Walk the journey slowly
Hearing the echoes, of the edge.
Feel the touch of another
The bridge a hand in the darkness.