In the quiet hour of dawning light,
I stand before the glassy sea,
Reflecting shadows of endless night,
Where whispers find their way to me.
The surface shimmers with tales untold,
A dance of light, a silent song,
In every ripple, stories unfold,
Where moments lost, forever belong.
The mirror holds a world unseen,
A place where dreams and memories blend,
In its depths, a tranquil scene,
A journey where beginnings end.
In reflection, I find my place,
An echo of the life I’ve known,
In the mirror’s calm embrace,
A path of light, a path alone.