In the quietude of fading light,
I catch the fragments of last night's dreams,
like shards of glass spinning in the wind.
They hold secrets, like echoing laughter, fading,
a ballroom of ghosts dancing in my thoughts.
Each moment unfolds in fractals of existence,
a kaleidoscope of emotions woven into the fabric of time.
Whispers flit between the stars,
secrets wandering, evading the grasp of reason,
slipping under the tapestry of waking life.