Unveiled Mirage
I saw it shimmer beyond the garden gate—
the old clock ticking twice as fast.
Summer days blended into pastel dreams.
Streets murmured secrets to those who listened.
Coffee shops held conversations behind closed doors.
And there was always a mention of the lighthouse.
Memories of library floors soaked in sun.
An untitled book forgotten on a window ledge.
Maybe it was the sound of rain against glass?