Void Wondering Realm

In the space between ticks of a clock, a mirror reflects thoughts untended. The moon whispers secrets only shadows can understand, chalk on invisible boards.
Lines crossing lines, doodles in the margins; a universe maps itself onto the back of forgotten dreams. Does the void blink? Or perhaps, it hums a lullaby.
Waters rippling in the eyes of a stranger, echoes of color one dare not name. Drawings speak in tongues uncharted, where all meanings wade unknowingly.