Unseen Instructions

In the quiet dance of leaves,
a melody whispers,
notes unfurling in the witness of twilight— kindred breaths tethered to this realm
of secret mirrors.

Listen, for the whispers cradle thoughts unseen,
cracks in reality, smooth as water’s embrace,
bending light across hidden truths,
emerging softly—like echoes tracing ancient paths.

The soft murmur of winds,
guides the seeker,
through veils and echoes—once
examined through pools of empathy,
reflecting lives inside broken glass.