In the golden room, whispers weave
Curious children see what seems to be
"Roza, Roza!" they softly call
A silent friend does not respond at all.
Behind sleepy glass, shadows play
Jumping, laughing, in mischief's way
"Can you see us, can you see me?"
Echoes bounce from an invisible spree.
Sometimes you find in the looking place,
Faces not yours, in forgotten lace.
Dreams they weave, so light, so light,
Ask them, ask them, but not tonight.
Would you walk there, reflected upside down?
Past all the whispers without a sound?
Find a friend's face where the veil sways,
In the story of mirrors, where shadows graze.