The bridge between two lives

There’s a bridge, between two lives

Where the gift of thinking dries

And we lose the key to dreams and memories

Which have locked us behind forgotten stories

When the mind is afraid, in the dark

The absence of light on the bridge is stark

If only we could bring a single candle

The rest, the promised usher may handle

It’s eerily quiet, the storybooks are silenced

For the first time, our steps are balanced

We feel weightless and refreshed

Tasting silence that’s at its saintly best

Where do we go from here?

Away from the mind, the heart beats near

The light turns on, the bridge between two lives

Is illuminated when love blossoms and thrives