Incomplete

I came across an old desk in a dream A message of significance – or so it seemed Timeless solid wood covered in dust Your mystery to uncover I must Handmade relic of ancient times bygone After centuries, your work`s still not done Bridal bed upon which tales of life were born Now you’re stood against the wall forlorn It was not what you had, but what you did lack That spoke in a code I felt I had to crack: Numerous tiny drawers on both left and right But some were missing - a curious sight Empty space of something lost, or not yet written? This mad dog of a question down to my bones has bitten I`d like to think the desk is not old and useless, But a work in progress enduring Time so ruthless Tenants of the house do ceaselessly come and go Each adding a new story about what they’d known The work continues till all the drawers are filled With life lessons learned the quest will be fulfilled