The Gaps

by joetwo

You dwell in the gaps
The hidden places
Either unknown
Or unknowable
Adding mystery
A touch of magic
To a world often grey
Over the years
With march of time and progress
Many gaps have filled
Are now open to the light
Yet some remain
And there you are still
In the gaps
Begging the question
Are the gaps mysterious because you’re there?
Or are you there because of the mystery of the gaps?