Beneath the Surface

Beneath the calm waters, where the shadows reside,
Lie whispers of secrets that the heart cannot hide.
In the depths of stillness, where silence takes hold,
Are currents of stories, both timid and bold.

The surface may glisten, reflecting the light,
But beneath, there are ripples that dance out of sight.
A flicker of longing, a tremor of pain,
The unspoken emotions, like drops in the rain.

In the quietest corners, where thoughts often dwell,
Live dreams waiting patiently, longing to swell.
The laughter unshared, the fears held so tight,
All pulse with a heartbeat, alive in the night.

Each person a vessel, with layers to peel,
A tapestry woven with threads that reveal
The joy and the sorrow, the hope and the dread,
In the shadows, a symphony quietly spread.

For beneath every surface, there’s richness untold,
A garden of feelings, both fragile and bold.
So listen with patience, and look with your heart,
For the hidden parts flourish, waiting to start.

In the depths of our beings, we’re vibrant and real,
A mosaic of moments, a dance of the feel.
So cherish the quiet, the unseen embrace,
For beneath the surface, we all find our place.