She Walks with the Unseen

A young woman moves through the forest at twilight,
barefoot and draped in moon-threaded cloth.
Around her, spirits shimmer like candle smoke—
ancestors watching, guiding, remembering.
She does not fear the hush between heartbeats—
she listens.
Each step writes a blessing into the soil,
each breath calls forth what the world forgot.
She is not lost.
She is led
by what the eyes cannot see
but the soul has always known.