The silent frame flickers
A figure in dusk
Shadows whisper not
But their names in echo
An open door, yet
The window shuts itself
Off the charts of reason
A paradox unveils
It is neither night nor dawn

Once more the mirror speaks
In riddles and rhymes
A laugh without lips
Plays on the jade-tiled
Waters of reflection
Illusion calls from beyond
The room's ancient threshold
Where truth and fiction blend