In the shimmer of brittle glass:
Venerable echoes dance in kaleidoscope
Faces blurred, past and maybe future.
Is the voice mine or honey-tongued muses?
Here, peering into liquid horizons:
I find exuberance trembling, gleefully pursued
Shadows below the surface shifting, whispering.
Does eternity chuckle or merely watch?
Beyond the radius of moonlit sighs,
Where reality takes a step and misses its mark,
The phantasmal juggernaut of joy descends.
Dance with the mirage or whisper sweet nothings.
Navigate the folds of this lovely enigma on the
dizzying helix of mirage and transcend.
Portal opens not twice, but once:
Listen to the Echo
Meet the Luminous Shadow
Venture into Crimson Veins