Light guards the shadows. Slow droplets on a windowsill.
Things seen without looking.

Beneath the ship of dreams, a wreck of fading moments,
crumbling fragments of time past.

A floating motion towards expanding whiteness.
The elusive logic of sleep.

In every eye, a key. A flame tracing out the familiar.
Reflections of tomorrow’s hopes.

Endless silence concealed in every fleeting instant.
A hundred rays a thousand lumens.

Wondrous stillness descends.
Imperceptibly.