In the abyssal mirror, fractured and blue,
I caught a glimpse of the self I once knew.
Among reed whispers and shadows cast long,
The echoes of whispering winds sing a song.
Tell me, dear echo, tell me the tale,
Of rivers that twinkle and ships that sail.
Beyond the veil of the waking lie,
The flickering truths, oh how they cry.
Remnants of light in the eternal dusks,
Finding solace in shadows like ancient husks.
When daylight retreats in shame, silent,;
The heart writes verses on stone tablets, defiant.
Follow, wanderer—wander amidst
The mists suffused with the illusion of kin.
You dance in the moon's pale embrace,
A specter, a memory—lost without trace.
In the flicker, a dream is borne,
An echo in the silence, a truth forlorn.
Yet destiny weaves through the loom of night,
Revelations wrapped in cosmic flight.