In the silence of existence, a whisper runs like water,
Reflections refract through the prism of dreams,
How are we the shadows that dwell in light?
Waves of thought cascade in droplets of time,
Each moment a glint, each glee a pang of memory,
Yet, as the blood moon blooms, hope fractures and mends.
What sings within the longing of glassy façades,
Mirrors reveal the unseen, like bird's-wing ink,
Details blur in twilight whispers of the known unknown.
Liaisons of elusive beauty ignite foolish desires,
Between the void and the vivid, a tenderness thrums.
Can shadows exist without light casting boundaries,
The echo of laughter obscured, yet imprinted eternal?
So chase, delve deeply through the kaleidoscope's eye,
The pulse of infinity thrumming in surreal anticipation.