Echoes in the halls of time
Rubies of thought, diamonds in disguise.
Words like shadows weave their graphs
Chasing shapes in the mist.

Mirrors hold memories in glassy tongues
Ahem, a sigh, soft melodies unsung;
The sky's reconsideration
A smirk of sunlit corridors.

Listen to whispers,
A doorway painted blue
Leads nowhere, yet fortune
Beckons beyond the once-forbidden oak.
Open stillness mind
Gaze into reflected wanderings,
Grasping at threads – mankind.