Lost amidst shimmering thoughts
the cadence of echoes lingers,
weaving tales in fractal patterns,
reflecting beyond veneer and pretense,
into the mosaic of unsaid hues.
The soul's eye traverses corridors of light and shadow
dissolving into time's vast ointment,
where dreams awaken with silent screams,
knitting warmth from serpentine tears.
Under crystalline skies, the wind sways sentiments,
softly caressing amorphous truths
that patiently bloom in the dusk's mirror,
lucid in their kaleidoscopic honesty.