Reflections in the Night Sky

The mirror cracked on the old wooden floor, revealing constellations
scattered like forgotten dreams. A whisper of silver
passed through the broken glass—the twinkle of a star,
echoing in the silence of the room. Her eyes searched
the fragments, looking for stories hidden
in the shards, lost among the dust.

Somewhere, a lighthouse stood—silent and vigilant.
It called to ships lost in the dark,
guiding them with its unwavering beam.
Could it guide someone home,
through these mirrored constellations?
Perhaps, the stars know the way.