The Unseen Conversations

I spoke aloud into the empty air,

Words spun like silver threads, unsure where

They’d land, or if they’d ever be returned—

A fleeting hope, a quiet wish that burned.

In shadows soft, a flicker, faint and bright,

A spark of something just beyond my sight.

Was it my voice, or something else unseen,

That danced between the silence and the dream?

And there—within that stillness, came a shift,

As if the winds themselves began to lift

The weight of words once lost, now finding ground—

A voice within, no longer bound.

The world, it answered softly, like a friend,

As questions looped back to their own end.

The echo of myself, it came alive,

A heartbeat shared, where all could thrive.

In that moment, time unraveled, spun—

I wasn’t just one voice, but two as one.

The magic lies not in the words we say,

But in the voices we meet along the way.

Postscript:

This poem explores the mystical and reflective dialogue we often have with ourselves, creating a surreal journey where thoughts loop back and connect, unveiling deeper truths through self-discovery.