Wrapped in the evening fog
Cloaked in soft white flows
Sound is quieted and serene
One cannot know it enough
To ask all chance to find this
I wasn't looking and found
In the moment, I knew this
The mysteries that we find
Aren't created by us, for us
They're a voice in the dark
Muted by a cloak, by quiet
Watching for our reactions
Watching our fears grow
An otherwise gentle place
Turned into a mystery
