Laughter in Transit

The sound of a forgotten tune

spirals, echoing
through corridors of memory, echoing...

Fragments of a dream like ivy,
weaving between the strings
of unplayed melody, where
time stretches into infinity
and laughter
becomes a silent reverie.

In the corner of an observer's eye,
a pattern unfolds
whispers unfold
fractal paths of thought

and in the transit of
unseen dreams
veiled by the dawn,
the sound
of laughter...