Unknown

A prose poem.

Photo by Simon Wilkes on Unsplash

Inside there is an echoing of songs I’ve yet to hear.
I close my eyes to flickering of worlds I’ve yet to see.
At the edge of every memory,
The corner of every dream,
An unknown knowing: intangible.
Minute and all-encompassing.
Into the quietest moments, she breathes her melody:
“I’m here.”