In the quiet whisper behind two eyes
Distant memories drift slowly by.
Shadows ply the illuminated space where
Nothing screams like a dream in your face.
Remembering on past the current time,
Thoughts they congeal into words passing by.
Memories they fly to the ethereal sky.
A chance passing flows very fast through your mind.
Reflections flash by, you find them complete.
Settling down, you think on your feet.
Lost in the meaning and lashed to the mast,
The mirror casts back a truth from the past.