Whispers of the Labyrinth

The cuckoo calls at noon
Distant echoes of laughter
A mirror reflects the unreflected
Where does the moon hide when shadows sleep?

A door never opened
The song of a wandering leaf
Beneath the carpet, the dust learns to dance
A clock without hands tells no time

Forgotten names on flickering walls
Rain falls up, where gravity laughs
Threads of silk spun by the wind's whisper
Silence tastes like honey on a summer's eve

The labyrinth breathes with ancient sighs
Bridging whispers and sunlit dreams
The path within the maze is the one unseen
Navigate by the stars of your own making