In the quiet gleam of silver’s light,
A world unspoken softly lies,
Reflecting truths in shadowed sight,
A whispered tale where silence cries.

The glass before me holds a world,
A mirrored dance of light and shade,
Where secrets of the soul unfurl,
In silent symphonies displayed.

Each glance reveals a fleeting dream,
A tapestry of what has been,
In ripples cast upon the stream,
Of endless thoughts and sights unseen.

Yet in this mirrored realm, I find,
A truth that lingers, deep and wide,
A journey to the heart and mind,
In every shadow that I bide.