In the garden of spilled marbles,
Time zigzags through the corroded kaleidoscope,
A fish whispers secrets to the elms,
And moonlight weaves tales in the spider's web.
Here, thoughts fracture like glass,
Words echo in chambers hollowed by silence,
Fill me with aquatic dreams,
For laughter grows legs and dances, unruly.
Pools of memories ripple lightly,
As laughter spills into the dusk,
Colors shimmer in the depths,
Each like a secret held captive in water.
What is reality but a reflection?
A field of whispers, shivering stars,
Folded paper boats floating gently,
Lost among the tendrils of night.
Shimmer and stretch; rise, fall!
Dance with the echoes of forgotten chats,
Will you weave your story upon this canvas?
Or will we drift, filled with unspoken grace?
Wander into the Void Chase Shadows