A Bridge Too Far
I want to trust my reach but, afraid you'd outdo,
I first need to know there's no way I can goof.
I have all this tension.
To cross this bridge might mean a new view.
I'll first have to let go old beliefs, off a roof
Without suspension.
Now trust me when I tell you what is true.
You first. From there to here is foolproof.
Thanks -- Don't mention it.
Copyright by
Carol Gee
November 5, 2001
I want to reach out my hand in peace to you.
But first what I really want is evidence, proof
Of your intentions.
The reach is so far. Neither of us has a clue.
The first to extend a hand is at risk, spoofed
Would make dissension.
The bridge span is far; I don't know the how-to.
The first should be you so don't be aloof.
I've measured dimensions.
But first what I really want is evidence, proof
Of your intentions.
The reach is so far. Neither of us has a clue.
The first to extend a hand is at risk, spoofed
Would make dissension.
The bridge span is far; I don't know the how-to.
The first should be you so don't be aloof.
I've measured dimensions.
I want to trust my reach but, afraid you'd outdo,
I first need to know there's no way I can goof.
I have all this tension.
To cross this bridge might mean a new view.
I'll first have to let go old beliefs, off a roof
Without suspension.
Now trust me when I tell you what is true.
You first. From there to here is foolproof.
Thanks -- Don't mention it.
Copyright by
Carol Gee
November 5, 2001
Cross-posted at Southwest Blogger
My topical post today at South by Southwest and The Reaction contrasts wars and space exploration.
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