I See The Unseen

​I See The Unseen

​The world is loud with heavy things,
With concrete, bone, and birdless wings.
But I watch where the light turns thin,
Where the secret pulse of the earth begins.
​I see the ache inside a smile,
The ghosts that walk the extra mile.
I see the hush before the storm,
The way a thought begins to form.
​While others chase the sun's bright glare,
I'm breathing in the empty air,
Finding the threads they left behind-
The silver maps of a hidden mind.