Seldom See

In the quiet spaces where shadows play,

Truths are hidden, seldom seen,

In the subtle dance of the light and gray,

In the hush of dawn’s first light,

Secrets stir but seldom show,

Patterns form in the fading night,

Where only dreamers dare to go.

Beneath the surface, softly spun,

In the hidden places, one by one,

Truths are whispered, soft and meek.

We wander through the veiled unknown,

Seeking what we seldom see,

In the labyrinth of the grown,

Where mysteries and dreams roam free.