Whispers in the Fog

Through the Unseen and the Unheard

Whispers Art Print by Michelle Hoffmann

Wandering through the mist, I go,
Where shadows dance, and secrets flow,
Each step uncertain, though I roam,
In search of something far from home.

The air is thick with whispers low,
A soft embrace, a gentle glow,
The world around me fades to grey,
As I chase what I can’t see nor say.

Through veils of fog, I seek a sign,
A fleeting glimpse, a path divine,
But every turn I take, it seems,
I wander deeper into dreams.

What is this thing that calls my name?
A fleeting hope, a flickering flame?
I cannot tell, but still, I seek,
In silence, restless, bold, and meek.

The mist is all that answers me,
A soft enigma, wild and free,
And in its depths, I know the truth —
The search itself is what I seek.