Unseen Presence — Mystic Gleam

Never found you standing there,

At dawn’s soft hush where dreams take flight,

And shadows bow to morning light.

Not stars that shimmer in the night,

Nor fleeting sparks of fading light,

But something cloaked in quiet grace,

A whispered glow in empty space.

Resting gently above my bed,

Guarding dreams that softly spread,

Leaving trails of fairy dust’s gleam,

Echoes woven through my dream.