In the quiet chamber of the mind,
whispers tread a solemn dance.
They shimmer, brief as sunrise breath,
then fade to silence, leaving no trace.
-- The horizon waits patiently
Behind a veil of light uncertainty.
Steps plastered, vague and spectral
on an unseen shore of reason.
Walk they will -- or not --
towards reflections lost in time,
woven through the cotton cloud
of pondering silence...