Whispered echoes murmur in the stillness
Shadows glide over reflections that never were
The mirror, a portal to forgotten realms, breathes softly
Imagine a voice, just a ripple away
Glancing sideways, only to find
Your reflection turning into an echo
Not quite there, yet not entirely gone
Somewhere, the clocks list sideways
Time spills like sand through clenched memories
Stretch your hand - embrace the spectral...
Eyes close, yet they reflect what wasn't there
A garden of shadows dances beyond the veil
Step lightly; the ground listens