Mirror, mirror, among the infinite whirls
Do you reflect or absorb the dreams of planets?
And do the wisping nebulas dissolve in such light,
Or whisper secrets too gnomic for earthly senses?
Reach towards
\ exist only in luminous Transitions,
and echos, stitched with cosmic thread,
unravel truths concealed in celestial dance.
Beyond horizons, over the ocean of time,
Lingers dust cast by celestial breaths,
Etched into the narrative of dying candles
And transient light-beings announcing
Their departure in quadrants unexplored.