Beneath the moon’s enigmatic glow,

Where silent streams of stardust flow,

There dwells a hush, a breath, a sigh,

A question that drifts across the sky.

The night does not need to hide its face,

It moves with slow enchanted grace,

Its secrets clothed in veils so thin

You glimpse the truth but then it falls back in.

A rustling leaf, a ghost of sound,

A gentle pulse beneath the sleeping ground,

These moments entice the soul to see,

The veil that covers our current reality.

For wonder walks with quiet feet,

Through twisted paths where dimensions meet,

It touches hearts not with a shout,

But murmurs soft, that then fades to doubt.

What makes the stars begin to burn,

What moves the tide, the winds sharp turn,

We ask, we reach, yet always find,

More riddles left to tease the mind.

Awe is the breath we didn’t know,

We held while watching embers glow,

It lives were answers come too late,

Where beauty waits at reasons gate.

So I say let the mystery remain,

Like gossamer threads in gentle rain,

Not all that is seen must be designed,

Some truths are simply felt and should never be defined.