Unseen

The smooth glide of my pen,
And the blue lines of my paper,
See words and thoughts,
That will never cross my lips.

The glow of the moon
Lights the grass and the hills,
Casting shadows no one but
The silhouettes will ever see.

The rain slides down the leaves,
Pooling, cooling, watering the earth,
Bringing life and light to what it reaches
Even though the clouds stay dark.

The sunset glows orange and red,
Highlighting the purple rocks,
Bringing the ending, maybe even
Before the beginning, was ever noticed.