"The Beauty of the Unseen"

In the silence of the night,

When the world is still and calm,

A poem begins to take flight,

And words become my balm.

It starts with just a whisper,

A gentle thought or two,

And as the rhythm grows crisper,

The words take on a hue.

They dance and swirl around,

In a mesmerizing flow,

Creating shapes and sounds,

That no one else will know.

Each line a piece of my soul,

Each word a fragment of my heart,

A story that I've never told,

But that now takes its start.

And as the poem takes shape,

It takes me to a different place,

A world where dreams escape,

And imagination finds its space.

It's a journey that I take,

With each line that I write,

A path that I can make,

In the darkness of the night.

So I let the poem take hold,

And I let it have its way,

For it's in the words that I've told,

That I find my light and my way.