Longing for a Beauty Unseen

In realms beyond the waking sight,
Where dreams and reveries take flight,
Exists a beauty, untamed, unseen,
A mystic place where hearts convene.

Its essence whispers through the breeze,
Yet veiled to mortal eyes it flees,
A place of longing from deep within,
An ancient memory of unknown origin.

In twilight’s hues, its form does play,
An echo from a bygone day,
A place we’ve visited in sleep,
Where sacred promises we keep.

With colors born from purest light,
And fragrances that dance through night,
It beckons to the soul’s embrace,
A sanctuary, a hallowed space.

Through forests dense and meadows fair,
The beauty wanders free and rare,
Its footsteps paint a secret trail,
Where love and wonder shall prevail.

Unfathomable, this enchanting grace,
That time nor space can ever erase,
Though absent from our world’s embrace,
Its presence, steadfast, we still chase.

A yearning born in depths profound,
For what in flesh cannot be found,
Yet in the heart, we know it’s true,
This beauty’s call, it once withdrew.

In meditative twilight’s gleam,
We touch its edges in our dream,
Embracing what we can’t behold,
In realms where mysteries are told.

Oh, beauty unknown, ethereal gleam,
In the fabric of our soul, you beam,
A place we’ve visited times before,
In reverie’s realm, forevermore.