It’s like something’s inaudibly whispering Words floating by on silent wings Hints that I’m somehow drawing nearer My worldly lens grows minutely clearer More in tune with things perhaps Seeing before seeing Feeling before touching Yet still grasping nothing But Hope Hope holds on in spite Reading between the lines Of a taciturn soliloquized life Night after lonely night The romance of unturned thoughts Silently spiraling Into the silhouette of a design I can barely see A puzzle I’m missing all the pieces too Yet if I shut my eyes Perhaps I can make out its imprint Etched into me Been and always Wandering aimlessly by design Following the nonexistent trail Imperceptible and clearly marked Faith begetting sanity I’d swear on What others would call a reverie A fantasy The pining of one Is my knowledge. Sitting here, watching the starless skies The romance of thoughts imprinted Silently spiraling into a silhouette Taking form