The Collaborative Expositions of Absentees

In the deep recesses of antiquity, where forgotten whispers weave tapestries
of spectral twilight, stands the mirror—grand and silent.
An invitation to converse with shadows, to embrace
the ephemeral dance upon the silken surface.

Gathering round with bated breath, we are but
moths to a flame of reflections unclaimed; petals of thought
strewn upon the forgotten paths of storied realms.
Odors of jovialness marred with yesterday's melancholy
drift through the prisms of glass, guiding us—softly.

We discover our absent selves in mirrors, where
collaborative expositions of souls left behind
etch stories in mist, echoing through corridors of time.
What laments would they sing, if only
the chasms of reality were bridged by dreams?