The wind whispers secrets, in hushed tones and low,
Of ancient tales of wonder, we will never truly know.
The unseen spirits, dancing in the night,
Whispering their stories, bathed in pale moonlight.
Beneath the surface, worlds silently collide,
A hidden realm where reality may divide.
Whispers in the air, echoes in the wind,
A realm unknown, where the veiled truth has been pinned.
Unseen are the forces that shape our everyday,
Guiding us on our path, leading us astray.
An unseen hand, a presence never seen,
Can alter the course, change what might have been.
Behind closed doors, behind a mask or guise,
The unseen emotions, hidden in our eyes.
The smiles that hide the tears, the laughter that conceals,
A world of hidden feelings, only the heart reveals.
The unseen pain, that dwells deep inside,
The wounds that scar, that we try to hide.
The battles fought in silence, the wars unseen,
A strength within us that no one else might glean.
It is now time to discount what the eyes cannot see,
For there is magic in the unseen, the possibilities.
In the hidden crevices, in the shadows’ embrace,
Lies a world unknown, full of wonder and grace.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 