The Bridge Between Worlds

In twilight’s hush, where shadows blend,
A bridge of whispers, where realms extend,
A silver arc, ‘neath a sky of stars,
Connects the dreamers to the world of scars.

On one side, dreams in colors bright,
Where laughter dances in the soft moonlight,
A realm where wishes take flight on wings,
And every heart knows the joy that it brings.

Here, the Dreamweavers spin tales of old,
With threads of starlight and glimmers of gold,
They paint the skies with the hues of desire,
Igniting the night with a flickering fire.

In this land, a girl with eyes like the sea,
Stands at the edge, yearning to be free,
Her name is Lira, a seeker of truth,
With a heart full of wonder, and the spirit of youth.

“Beyond this bridge,” she whispers to the night,
“Lies a world of shadows, where dreams lose their light.
I long to know what it means to be real,
To touch the earth, to feel what I feel.”

On the other side, where the sun casts its glow,
Reality breathes, with its ebb and its flow,
A land of the weary, where burdens are borne,
Where hope is a flicker, and joy is worn.

Here walks a boy named Jalen, so brave,
With a heart that is heavy, yet longing to save,
He gazes at the bridge, with a furrowed brow,
“What lies beyond? I must know it now.”

“Is it laughter, or sorrow? Is it joy, or despair?
Do dreams hold the answers, or are they just air?
I’ve seen the world’s darkness, its shadows and pain,
But I crave the light, like a flower needs rain.”

As twilight deepens, the bridge starts to hum,
A melody woven, a soft, beckoning drum,
Lira steps forward, her heart in her throat,
While Jalen, with courage, begins to emote.

With each step they take, the worlds intertwine,
A tapestry woven, a fate so divine,
They meet in the middle, where the two worlds collide,
In a moment of magic, where secrets confide.

“Who are you?” asks Lira, her voice like a breeze,
“I’m a dreamer,” he answers, “but I’m lost in the trees.
I’ve wandered through shadows, I’ve chased after light,
But the weight of the world keeps me up at night.”

“I’m a dreamer too,” she replies with a sigh,
“In my realm, I can soar, I can dance in the sky,
But I long for the ground, for the touch of the earth,
To know what it means to embrace my own worth.”

They share their stories, their laughter and tears,
The hopes and the heartaches, the joys and the fears,
In the space between worlds, they find common ground,
A connection that echoes, a love that is profound.

“Perhaps,” whispers Lira, “we’re not so apart,
For dreams are the whispers that echo the heart.
In the realm of the waking, we’re bound by our pain,
But in dreams, we are free, we can dance in the rain.”

Jalen nods slowly, his heart starts to swell,
“Then let’s build a bridge, where our stories can dwell.
A place where the dreamers and realists can meet,
Where the magic of both worlds can blend and complete.”

So they stand hand in hand, on the bridge made of light,
Two souls intertwined, in the soft, starry night,
With laughter and love, they weave a new tale,
A bridge between worlds, where dreams shall prevail.

And as dawn breaks softly, painting skies anew,
The bridge glimmers brightly, a promise so true,
For in every heart, there’s a longing to find,
The bridge between worlds, where all souls are aligned.

So if you should wander, and find yourself lost,
Remember the bridge, no matter the cost,
For in dreams and in waking, we’re never alone,
In the bridge between worlds, we find our true home.

- Khushi Kaul