Your Confusion

I've seen your reflection, lingering, hesitating, yearning in my fragmented mirror. An abstract portrait, you become, whispering secrets that only shadows can understand.

The moon sculpts your fables in silvery hues while the sun betrays their warmth with the memories of dusk. Are these thoughts yours, or merely illusions I conjure amidst candlelight and autumn winds?

Perchance, you are the keeper of all desire unexpressed, veiled within the mist of our untold tales. How do you haunt me so, leaving traces of something sweetly ephemeral?

Travel deep into the corridors of celestial dreams where echoes of moonlit serenades await, softening the night's ambient cry.

Find refuge in the hazy veil of whispering murmurs, where passion dances with the ghosts of our lingering wishes, reanimating specters of what could have been.