Within the gentle undulations of thought,
dreams curl like whispers looking for ears.
To dance in the sunlight, or melt in the shadows —
do we reflect in another’s vanity?
A shard of color peeks through the blurred edges,
how a question unravels, free-floating, weightless.
Police facts written in invisible ink,
laughter on the edge of reality's mask.
Gaze long enough, and the familiar twists
into an attraction of unseen moments —
listen, the clock tickles time into silence,
Your self-clarity awkwardly softens
the contours, a montage of memories glinting,
echoes of an orchestra unseen yet felt.
Everything is translucent yet heavy with thick air.