Holding the Unseen

Beneath the shifting shadows, I stand still, unsure, yet firm

Voices fade into silence, and I wonder what remains in this turn

The edges blur and soften, forms dissolving in the quiet air

Still, something anchors in my chest, a distant, steady care

In the deep, where echoes dwell, I reach for what’s real still

A fragment of a voice, a touch, a whisper I feel

Holding onto threads that softly bind,

A core I keep, a steady mind

What remains in the night, when the worlds collapse?

A heart that remembers, a spark that won't detach

In the sea of the unknown, I find my ground

A silent, steady sound, that keeps me bound

Fading forms and fleeting names, they drift like smoke across the sky

Yet in the hollow void, still beats a pulse, a reason why

Nothing is quite certain, yet I hold a seed of truth in hand

A quiet light, a subtle guide, a place I understand

In the deep, where echoes dwell, I reach for what’s real still

A fragment of a voice, a touch, a whisper I feel

Holding onto threads that softly bind,

A core I keep, a steady mind

What remains in the night, when the worlds collapse?

A heart that remembers, a spark that won't detach

In the sea of the unknown, I find my ground

A silent, steady sound, that keeps me bound

As the shadows wane, I stand, anchored by the unseen

In the quiet, I discover what remains in between

A truth so subtle, yet so clear, still here, still near