In the silent depths of silver glass,
A whispered world begins to form,
Where shadows dance and echoes pass,
A realm untouched by storm.
A face appears, familiar and strange,
Eyes that hold untold tales,
In every line, the story’s range,
Of whispered dreams and sails.
Beyond the surface, deeper still,
Lies the heart of truth untold,
A mirrorâs gaze, a gentle thrill,
Where courage meets the bold.
In every glance, a chance to see,
The soul beneath the skin,
Reflections guide the journey free,
Where understanding begins.