In the stillness, silent echoes grip the air,
Flitting between shadows, a fog of audacious whispers.
They ripple across gleaming glass, touched by velvet night.
Each word a flicker, a refracted dream made whole;
Lyrical phantoms beckon beneath the delicate film of dew.
In this sacred space where reflections sigh,
Infinity unfolds like a long-forgotten lullaby.
Eyelids heavy with secrets, unveil tales of marbled skies.
Symbiotic whispers weave through threads of dawn,
Joining souls in whispers too tender to retain.