In the quiet lands beyond wakefulness, shadows loom
Over silent dreams that ripple, whispering echoes
Forgotten remnants painted in hues of yester-nights
Where the seas of perception stretch endlessly
Once, they danced like phantoms, through corridors of thought
Elusive glimpses in the mirror of the mind's echo chamber
Now, mere fragments adrift, longing for the caress of dawn
Assimilating into the ether, where time contorts and bends