The unknown.

I love knowing things.

The secret smile of a stranger,

the corner heavy with dust and rain,

the velvet hush of midnight,

the sky restless with wings,

the silence that hums between heartbeats,

the crowd trembling like an ocean.

But what if I touch them all?

What if every shadow is named,

every riddle unknotted,

every silence explained?

Will wonder scatter like birds at dawn?

Will silence collapse into grief?

Or will I find that mystery

was the only thing

that kept me alive?

~Cloie