Listen closely and hear the shadows speak
They chant songs of the forgotten and the unseen
A clock ticks without hands
Time, a guest at a party it can no longer attend
Beneath the canopy of ink and silk,
A fish rides a bicycle, its scales glittering
Conversing with the stars, they embrace
In a universe stitched with threads of silence
Where do the colors sleep when the world turns grey?
Underneath the pillows of dreams, they weave
Patterns of sunlight lost in the fog
Yet the rabbit whispers, "Follow the path of shadows.”
The final echo... finds refuge in whispers serene
A new dawn questions the old night's tales
Yet these tales are not for the light to judge
For they dance in the twilight of unfathomable mystery