Glance of the Transient

Whisper of the night, curled in silence
Hands of the clock melting away
Is it time already?

Shadows creep in whispers only
Echoes of yesterday's dreams drifting
Waves wash over the sand, erasing

Entered a door that wasn't open
Through the tunnel of light
The train is a distant

Returning to a place never known
Yet— the horizon ripples
Friends become

Find the Ephemeral Exit Reach Out to the Echo