Echoes of Time

Once, in the year of silver rain,
a clock whispered backward,
unraveling its own snug secrets
one tick at a time.

Beneath the sands of 3084,
fragments of 2080's dreams
hover like ghosts in the light
of a forgotten sun.

She saw the past's reflection
in a puddle formed by
the tears of distant futures,
rippling with silent histories.

Voices from an unseen hour
whisper through the echoing alleys,
urging the forgotten to remember
what was never theirs to know.