Unseen Influences

As I cascade from the heavens, a whispering specter,
Silent witness of the world yet unseen,
Kissed by the moon's waning light,
I trickle, nameless, into realms forgotten.

Gravitate them. The hallowed chambers of stone.
In your imprint I fall, etching myths into shadows,
For tales in dark corners have storied me— 
"A drop from the abyss" they murmur low.
    
Yet, amidst sorrow-soaked gutter dreams,
The beggar stirs, his canvas of life, 
Drawn in puddles, riddles escaped the tempest.

I am solitude's pawn, in gossamer thread—
Clinging to those unsung melodies,
With each pulsing descent I become,
A distant echo in a forlorn dirge.

Roots entwined, unseen—ancient—revealed,
Breaking through cobblestones, a lineage of fate.
Each soul's awakening draped within fate's fragile veil;
Thus the unseen speaks, through me, through us.

The graves sing, a cryptic resonance,
A lullaby of whispers yearning to be heard. 
A confessional in droplets, of stirring mists,
I am, again, the silence that speaks unseen.