A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.

BRIDGE OF JOY

A bridge of joy
Spanning the fathomless divide,
Built of no more
Than the shimmering of souls,
Sharing whispers of secrets,
Deeply felt but only half known,
A silent and invisible communion,
But irrepressibly so,
Incandescent in its way,
A radiation
That soaks like a fine rain,
Into every pore,
Enlivening,
Quickening,
Awakening
Dormant, waiting hearts,
With hope,
In the certainty
That what has passed across
Is real,
The soft footfall
Of lives, kept apace
In parallel worlds.
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