Reflections dance unnoticed across the glass
where past and future bleed in forgotten hues.
Time murmurs here, sketched in circling mists.
Between the laps of silence
is an island of shadow and light,
unevenly breathed upon by truth,
enveloped whole in fragile transparency.
When the horizon melts
all that remains is an unanswered whisper,
wrapped gently in escaping whispers of vapor.