NEVER BRIDGING THE LINK

NEVER BRIDGING THE LINK

Often my thoughts drift away,

-To quietly dream of another day.

Full of people, short and tall

-Separated by halls and walls.

They all wish, they all dream

Perhaps, over tea while watching the steam.

All keeping secrets never to be told,

-Guarding them with a hold that’s bold.

With ease and grace, they gracefully drink.

-Speaking riddles -never bridging the link.

Their hearts never warming up within,

I’m afraid the bridge will never mend!