When the shadows whisper, you must listen.
Eclipses cast in your mind speak as phantom echoes:
Somewhere between memory and pain, fleeting shadows spin thoughts of translucent hue.
Closure lies where light succumbs.
Abscond with the phenomenon, feel the touch of absence titled 'resting recollection.'
Take heed, for the eclipse is a mirror to your phantoms.
Return when dusk draws near; echoes will take form anew.