In this reflected romance, half-spoken words drift like fog.
Embers ignite passion's devotion in mirrors distorting the soul.
The heartbeat of roses, faintly heard past time's whispering veil.
"Beware, my shadowed, fleeting love—" cried the echo, fading.
Lives live activated by absence, the void, its promise always kept.
Celebrate horizon-bound lips, indeed, existence writes them so...
Across the Misty Arc