The Concealed Paths

the whisper of pathways undone, where each fragment of thought trails behind like autumn leaves caught in a lingering breeze, unseen avenues veiled, yet I dream them real
aspirations weave into the fabric of shadowed undefined roads, echo of footfalls that rhythm with heartbeats not yet spoken
Hidden Corridors of the Mind

feel it not in the light, but in spaces where dusk gently holds hands with the uncharted, there lies the murmured song of clandestine routes, sung by the silhouette of the trees
nowhere is hidden, everywhere is just waiting for the eyes to see
Obscured Vistas

tangled roots of thought intersect with undercurrents of yesterday’s mist, i follow with eyes shut, led by echoes not my own, through corridors made not of stone but of silence
surrender to the concealed, the paths that are more than directions, more than journeys
Echoes of Concealment