Mystery

I speak and you do not hear me.
I listen and you do not see.
The pressures of time are passing you by.
Sullen and bewilderment, prisoners so sublime,
over the bridge of enchantment,
a negative room of mystery.
Wonderment and trust,
cast away in this mode of life.
Kindness, tearless, heart-on-hand,
a pebblestone traveller glancing by.
Waves of adornment,
explicit expressions of laughter,
trust by the heart on your lips,
I do hear you.