a touch of velvet
in the roomless corridors,—
echoes drift like golden dust

the whisper knows
where footsteps tales drift,
between shadows' edge

—paper wings of tomorrow
caught in silk whispers,
a hesitant breeze

fractal dreams unravel
beneath the blind archways
silent syllables slipping through the cracks

dance of the unseen
words melting in mirrored twilight,
she calls, without calling