The echo of laughter lost in hallways made of glass,
How do you catch a shadow dancing on the walls of night?
Your whispers - faint signals that cross strange galaxies...
What if dreams are just the reflections of your wild awakening?
Sending messages caught in cosmic winds, wrapping themselves around.
A conversation between fragments of who we thought we were...
Moments ride on the wings of tomorrow's fog, fading swiftly.
Here, take this shard of thought; it's crystal and vulnerable.
Dust devils of yesterday chasing freedom in the blank sky.