On soft whispers of twilight dreams,
woven under a canopy of stars,
time falters, lingers in reverie.
A corridor gleams with echoes of laughter
from wooden toys left behind in the dawns
of a sepia-toned past, silently dancing long forgotten waltzes.
The air thick with scents of summer rains,
flowers blooming through the cracks
between cobblestones kissed by ghostly light.
What are you searching for in the dimension
between your recollections and reality itself?
Perhaps a lost song, a shadow of today.