Is the cartography of the soul
Where shadows dance and darkness unfolds
It's is the language of the unseen
A whispered dialogue between the heart and the dream

Like an archaeologist of the inner world
It uncovers the artifacts of the unfurled
A tapestry of emotions, intricate and worn
A testament to the human condition, forever torn

Silence, poetry is the sound
Of the heartbeat, the pulse, the rhythm unbound
A symphony of contradictions, a harmony of pain
A celebration of the beauty that remains

Like a mystic, it seeks the unknown
A union with the divine, a oneness with the tone
Of the universe, a vibration that echoes through eternity
A whispered promise of transcendence, a glimpse of infinity